This is a song about "Old folks home"

Half your body laying on my chest

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

Let's head home, being left alone got old, just want the days from way back

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

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

And we crazy, homes

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

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

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

Got a sweet sixteen and they deadlier than sin

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

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

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