This is a song about "Old folks home"

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

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

'cuz i ain't from the ghetto, didn't grow up there, and that's real folks,

And the money that my momma spent on rent and clothes

Move along folks, just another rapper tying to get a deal

While my mom is in the kitchen cookin' up a meal

Thank you for comin out here folks!

Cause you must have known, i can't trust the phones

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

Islamics and those few broke folks who spoke ebonics,

At 36 yrs old she is way to young to go home.

Born alone, work alone, die alone