This is a song about "Old folks home"

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

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

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

In this cold world, it's all about collection

Other words, fill ‘em up wit’ holes

Thank you for comin out here folks!

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

And my level is off, got a bigger cigar

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

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

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

That wet wet in my two seaterher nails done, her hair did