This is a song about "Folk"

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

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

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

My mama smoked so god damn much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

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

Enough talking bout them other folk

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

An early toke, not a burly bloke, but sturdy folk

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

Flippin like a kilo/ im dippin like ur ken folk/ ur a hill billy rapper/ im killin this rhyme

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

Cruising on relationship, but need a different boat

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