This is a song about "Folk"

I'm one of the best who graduated from the streets of nor-folk

I'm gettin money til my pockets need a tummy tuck

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

So i catch him stretchin', have him guessin' where his cracker throat

"please!! rub that #white #thing on my face", you're the gayest folk

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

And if that means that i'm askin for too much

'caution when you engage with the common folk

Wale folarin somethin they can't ever smoke

Shit i bought them tracks, stupid bitch i'm broke

Enough talking bout them other folk

But i've got as much swag as a folk song,

It's funny how pucci made all the snakes gone

When my competition ain't much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge