This is a song about "Folks"

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

And when you know you a catch it’s hard to pass up these bitches

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

And good henny make a nigga just want you tonight

And don't go around convincing folks your thesis is right

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

Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

I'll take you out shorty but let me know its mine

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

Faggots be frontin' like gangsta, when they be fuckin' with thier gay folks.