This is a song about "Folks"

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Half your body laying on my chest

I've got some folks in low end

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Our children must be taught, of africa

I ain't joke nigga, run back to yo folks nigga,

My reflection contagious, i’m the messenger here

Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal

But if you're not dying don't fucking bother to call me back, i'm sleep

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

Lucifer's back with his mixtapes, dropping fire, y'all waiting folks,

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