This is a song about "Gd folks"

The binocularsha ha ha ha, yeah nigga time to ride

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

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

I know i'm not the only bastard in america

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

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

I got alotta phones

Thank you for comin out here folks!

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

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

But don't be afraid of these mad folks