This is a song about "White folks"

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.

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

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

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

You fronting niggas hate to meet up withbut my crew holdin' duffle bags bitches

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

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