This is a song about "Folk nation"

So come and join my nation

Go where you ain't been

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Times in this crime land, my thug nation

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Your part of my hater nation

Oh-kay, here's the situation

Ain't he dope? no, he the same as shit that tyler wrote

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

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin

I'll be the scapegoat; yeah, bitch, i fucked up the whole nation