This is a song about "Folk"

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

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

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

Chop his balls off and use his skin to make a baby coat

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

I bet you've never seen a pig fly, nope

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

Never did i pedal coke but tony lewis said i'm dope

See, with you, i never see it wrong

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

I coulda sworn that budweiser can read fruit punch

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

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

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