This is a song about "White folks"

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Brighter than yellow bones

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

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

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

And when she not, have her feeling like she on a boat

What the fuck happened to rap when

Rich white and black white-washed men/

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

Kill 'em all, o.f. is what i represent

Stussy’s g-shock with my custom pair of 3d glasses

I thought about the net, folks who was gonna peep this

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid

Since nautica was popular than popular for good