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

With that gorgeous face, i don't know your name, it ain't important babe cuz i'mma call you mine

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

My mama smoked so god damn much

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Enough talking bout them other folk

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

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/

'caution when you engage with the common folk

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

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

Bitch you're barely breathin' leavin' on the back of the boat

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

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong