This is a song about "Real folks"

Cause the head of the game no cheat codes

But don't be afraid of these mad folks

I rather give you my last to see you live again

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

I retire your life like old folks at their profession,

Bitch i got my swag card, natural protection

Folks trick themselves to think the economy is fine,

Liberace, john gotti, at the same damn time

My chain's so peng, every folks wanna rent

Sorry mark i don’t want offend your sisters good friend

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

Right next to the fat lady hitting high notes

Alot of episodesand as the glock loads

Good luck on your mission and guard your backs folks

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

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes