This is a song about "Fuck folk nation"

To soho, baby milo so dope

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

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

And served it to the public on a silver platter

That photograph is fading

But this nation is facing

Cause sporadically damagin' my reputation

Welcome to purgatory our uncivilised nation

Nah, niggas they dont wanna let me win

Degradation across the nation

What up girl, tell me how you been

What makes you think ya can take my nation,

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

I got that vicious flow, moncler winter coat

Enough talking bout them other folk

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load