This is a song about "Killing folks"

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

I’ve seen these young folks sell their souls for fortune and fame,

Just in case a nigga never see that thrill again

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

Box logo on my muthafuckin' chest

I'm fantasizing in my mind bout how your body feel

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

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

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

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,

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

That's word to ksa i'm trying to make sunnier days