This is a song about "White folks"

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

No such thing as a weed overdose/ so keep toking folks

But i got cousins overseas that come to me for better clothes

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

My friction revisits its.. mentalist synthesis when real folks witness this//

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Please put that in your notes

We be in the party like we own that bar

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are