This is a song about "Black folks"

'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

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

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

I'll bang if it was bangless, now the tracks no longer here

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

We kung-fu that jack black/

May just gon' bring hobo back

Top dropped down, black on black

Snapple fact: you rather wack

But keep on your clothes

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes