This is a song about "Folk 340 igd"

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

Family getting bread, well he about to get his loaf cut

I be working hard man of course,

Alcohol and booty calls

Whenever you tired i be right there beside, the pillow talk and confide, make your secrets all mine

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

Wolf gang make a white pregnant bitch wan' abort

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

'caution when you engage with the common folk

It's ironic they call me a fresh breath no joke

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge