This is a song about "Scottish folk"

You know i’m stickin' to that proper code: strapped up, lock n load

The associates of this socio will rope a dope folk

Most, black got irish bitches, so scottish, watch me scottie pippen

Where people run on the scene and people don't see your vision

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

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

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

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

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

Branded a son of middle-class folk,

I'm killing 'em slow like cigarette smoke

We young folk here, spittin' raw street knowledge

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

Sing the highs and lows, remember when i was broke

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