This is a song about "Black folks"

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

That's why rappers is actors trying to dabble in clothes

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

We be in the party like we own that bar

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal