This is a song about "Folk 340 igd"

And i won't be lyin' when i say i’m a sick rapper

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

Enough talking bout them other folk

Y'all can't stick to no g code

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

You'll drown tryna backstroke on concepts that i wrote

I just pushed an update so i hope you like,

Maine, bay, the burf baby i'mma book ya' flight

My mama smoked so god damn much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

Sup players, thanks for all the support,

Competition on the court

This shit gotta change so please do not fight it,

That's g shit, i be bumping fiend shit

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

I be working hard man of course,