This is a song about "Real folks"

I got alotta phones

Thank you for comin out here folks!

Our children must be taught, of africa

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

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

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

I've got some folks in low end

Uptown, moco, prince george, represent

Watch them hoesall you niggas out therebeware these lyin ass scandalous bitches

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

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

A mansion with marble floors, and security codes

And i move across your membrane, you loose against my insane

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

Wale, real nigga, where the totem, blowin' bomb haze

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