This is a song about "Real folks"

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

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

Take you home, let you sleep in my clothes

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

Y'all wonder why folks in the ghetto have a hatred of heat,

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

My t-shirts are bathing, a bathing gorilla

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

And don't go around convincing folks your thesis is right

If you see us on the floor, you'll be watchin' all night