This is a song about "All about us"

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Cause i walk around with pockets that are bigger than my bus

On those phony wack "artists" and all the cops that hate us,

All the apostles that tried to preach us

I'm a magician so please focus

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'm eternally grateful for all that they be saying for us.

Come and stay with me, oh, where i live? the mall

Its all political this vote between us all

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

But all she ever want me to do is unzip her jeans