This is a song about "After form 4"

Luck on my brim supreme keeps me warm

A face of evil in a new form

I am olubowale, the answer to this

Form follows function, so watch who you diss

I guess this is rap in its pure form

Everyday a star is born

A sinner in the truest form, allow me to begin/

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

But had to understand that was 4 fools

I go to war, old timbs, battered boots

Migrating to a higher form of consequence compliments

Remember popping and locking to kurtis blow, the name belts

4 79, boy better pay me

Hey, must be the money

He gave him a platform

That needs some type of life form