This is a song about "Folk"

Now the dashboard is wooden from a hard-tangled grammar

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

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

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

'caution when you engage with the common folk

Third letter quote hey ace i'm addicted to coke

Vicious roach she really sick of this but she let me poke

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

Seen you tryna switch it up but girl you ain't that dope

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

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

Wolves is out past dawn on your front lawn

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

When my competition ain't much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge