This is a song about "Old folks home"

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

For imitatin the off switch like i'm on top of my own

She be sliding on the pole, slide down and roll my smoke

Old folks smoking out of their nose on the episode of ode

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

One day become as big as shady, but you see none of us normal folks

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

Bitches choosing their excuses: my new car’s to blame

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

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Whole midwest, detroit, nap town, st. louis

I thought about the net, folks who was gonna peep this