This is a song about "Folk"

This is ace, wolf is in the back with travis snortin' coke

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

My mama smoked so god damn much

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

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Enough talking bout them other folk

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

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

'caution when you engage with the common folk

Your bitch, she ain't laughing, but my bitch thinks it's a joke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

Party with bitches that throw parties too much

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge