This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

The revolution will proceed

And imma make these hoes bleed

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

Fuck what y’all talkin’ about

Watching for hollow-tip shots

Fuck them hoes and the cops

And stay focused on the women and you get less done

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

Everything i wanted never seem so close

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

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

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

You got your mean little walk with the model pose

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

'cuz i ain't from the ghetto, didn't grow up there, and that's real folks,