This is a song about "Folk 340 igd"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

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

Nigga still tired so i'm yawnin, and now i'm gone

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

Black fours red drop head doors

I be working hard man of course,

This shit gotta change so please do not fight it,

Me and you just need to talk a bit

Enough talking bout them other folk

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Party with bitches that throw parties too 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