This is a song about "Real folks"

Welcome back to class, bitch, grab on to your glasses

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

This is oh so much like getting votes

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

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

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

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

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

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain

They infiltrate our homes, africa

I ain't joke nigga, run back to yo folks nigga,

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Clips in the play clothes

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

Nigga fuck you cracker, i put you six feet