This is a song about "Real folks"

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

But all ten of them gonna call a nigga period

But keep on your clothes

Look at my folks, we're all jokes,

Fly nigga couldn't tell me nothing different homes

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

The irony in that is that i ain't even that, but you put it those pages

My friction revisits its.. mentalist synthesis when real folks witness this//

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

I dont need no chains with no cross to know that i’m blessed

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Getting head counting bread, at the same down time

My pen sparks the benchmark i fench off tar

Stubborn and ignorant, that's just what folks are