This is a song about "Killing folks"

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

I ain't fucking mexican, but we can have sex again

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

You passed out, bitch you ain't even listening

A beautiful 'puffee , killing

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

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

I was worthless, i'd never make it, go ahead! spill that hatred

A tolerance is built for most folks but not the coppers kid