This is a song about "Garden folk"

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

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

Well since you already bleedin' that mean i don't get to cut

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

And i be drinking all the brown straight, no coke

Fuck the source, i'm on cover of rolling stone

You're coming up pretty short, just like a garden gnome

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

My mama smoked so god damn much

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

Enough talking bout them other folk

I'm marching my people through the garden of eden//

Lord i'm so focused more focused than i ever been