This is a song about "Black folks"

I cut my wrist and play piano cause i'm so depressed

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

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

The little engine that could, this little nigga is good

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

Better yet a genie baby make ya first wish

How come he's not in counseling? fucka's loud while he's sound asleep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

If we ain't right and always at the throats

Or do you understand the stressing, the aggression

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

'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