This is a song about "White folks"

I say i’m wrong, you say come again

Rich white and black white-washed men/

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

Long as i can feel my heart tap like happy feet

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

Need a clear mind cause i been blind, got me goin' down that road

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

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

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

One day become as big as shady, but you see none of us normal folks