This is a song about "Folk"

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

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

I knew deep inside baby girl would always be minepicked you up when you was 9, started out my life of crime

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

Shit on anybody with opinions, you dead wrong

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

'caution when you engage with the common folk

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

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

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

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

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

But when her friend visits i doesn't get it much