This is a song about "White folks"

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

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

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

And i can't denyi had some bitches in new yorksome puerto rican bitches

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

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Clips in the play clothes

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

I'm babe ruth in this game, beige coupe in the lane

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

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