This is a song about "Folk sustainability"

My mama smoked so god damn much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

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

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

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

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

'caution when you engage with the common folk

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

Man fuck these hating ass bitches i'm gone

Had a dream like martin luther, little bit of hope

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

Ever since then i had no job

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

It's cool cause the radio don't do much