This is a song about "Folks and hoes"

And when this beat drops, your heart stops

Fuck them hoes and the cops

The white boy sees this as a clearance, now its

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

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

Why i always fuck the good girls and keep wifin these hoes

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

In my room, redefinin' the meanin' of black holes

Overused crap about their bitches and hoes,

Standing flat footed, i’m on my toes

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

I'm sick and tired of folks tellin' me to open it up,

I might even stick my tongue out

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought