This is a song about "Old folks home"

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

See, the luxury that we accustomed to, i take a smut to eat

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

Ain't come from no happy home, my pain y'all cannot decode

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

Funny, right? ha-ha, this shit's jokes

Yeah they call me gucci, but i'mma buy you louis

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

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

These streets are cold as winter, but folks still pack the heat,

I take tokes while you little niggas take notes

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

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

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