This is a song about "Folks"

Looking at the sky, hoping a light would shine

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

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

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Thank you for comin out here folks!

I kill shows and bag more clothes

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star

My friction revisits its.. mentalist synthesis when real folks witness this//

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

But love my music, say i do nothing but hits

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

If a nigga creep, he get put to sleep dead folks

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

No such thing as a weed overdose/ so keep toking folks

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads