This is a song about "Old folks home"

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

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

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

The hotels we staying in twelve star

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are

If we ain't right and always at the throats

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

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

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

So, why don't you fucking wipe that stupid look on your face

But some folks struggle to be seen, the freedom of gays

Now folks at home be like zoom just hit this cat with the same bar

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car