This is a song about "Real folks"

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

Thank you for comin out here folks!

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

'cuz i ain't from the ghetto, didn't grow up there, and that's real folks,

Or that you could ever see me and you in another light

And don't go around convincing folks your thesis is right

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks

My bitch on the come-up while your bitch is going broke

Old folks smoking out of their nose on the episode of ode