This is a song about "Folk 340 igd"

I style on new york, pile up my fork

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Niggas talk a lot of shit, but that's after i'm gone

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

I'm driving in a stolen truck, and i'm probably fucking drunk

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

This shit gotta change so please do not fight it,

You let him a sleaze you, but money tend to do that

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

My mama smoked so god damn much

I let you know you dealing with dogs

I be working hard man of course,

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk