This is a song about "Folk"

My mama smoked so god damn much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Email too, facebook aim, everything gone

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

Wit’ some killers and everybody know who we are

Might clap ya kin folk, its simpo, ya family don't matter/

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

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

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

Your album sound like some shit a fake wiz khalifa papa wrote

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

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