This is a song about "Old folks home"

Face it: your face caucasian, you literally naked

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

But i'm a hustler, in my heart, trapped is the game

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

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

You dead broke, yes folks, the jewels are like egg yolks

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

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried

Long nights of hearing about old boyfriends in her home

Paparazzi, magazines: please leave me alone

I’m stuntin’ the ferragamo, i’m running that medal pace

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

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

The kings get killed very least overthrown

Trips in the cake holes

Thank you for comin out here folks!