This is a song about "Scottish folk"

Feel the size of a phyllis hyman note

Enough talking bout them other folk

Often wonder to myself where the day's gone

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

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

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

Never agree with that message

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

And tony jr. said i'm the hope

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

'caution when you engage with the common folk

Shit grand like a muh-fucking bass load

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

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