This is a song about "Folk"

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

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

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I know you get lonely when i ain’t home, on the road

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

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

Trying to shower with soap, roaches all in the soap

Enough talking bout them other folk

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

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

Around my way, i'm cut throat

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

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

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her