This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

He said he needed a come up, because selling nicks' was lame

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

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Ain't no women at the shows

Bought the dope and have hoes

And yeah we up in stadium, quarterbacking hoes

Body doze, who ? give em karate blows

Dreaming about the cars, clothes, bitches, and hoes,

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

I be staying at the roosevelt more than marilyn goes

I'll take control and break the mold, and even though fakest hoes,

Love reefer and love sneaker above those

For all the killas and the 100 dollar hoes

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are