This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

See baby lately seems my life been hell and heaven knows

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

Please lord forgive me for my sins, cause here i come

And all the folks crushed who wanna be beating the system,

Maxi pad, leave the beat brown like rihanna lips

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

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

We love for a while then a light goes

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And i'm still hurtin over pops

How i'm brought up, then you probably feel the same

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

Bitch i'm ballin' like i'm comin' off of free throws

I could talk about diamonds and all my bitches and hoes,

No bullshit, every shy bitch can get a rose

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes