This is a song about "Folk nation"

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

Divided nation bowin' down to hypocrisy

Go nuts, instrumental flow much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

That's because thats these compton streets was built not to win

The bringing of this nation annotation,

I smoke the greenest of medicine till the government let us win

Welcome to purgatory our uncivilised nation

Enough talking bout them other folk

You pay your favorite stripper car note

I compliment you with your conversation

Im an inspiration of this nation

So come and join my nation

Yeah my shit ain't no scratch and win

They vaguely decipher my language

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge