This is a song about "Basketball player with the number twenty"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Like basketball i toss the alley

Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,

And you nervous cause ya ass probably feel different

Twenty million with the end destination of a rapper, and,

These hoes say i'm a poet i try to make em different

I conversed with this for twenty years.

And i don't gotta talk about my feelings

Your stupid ass, corny lines trying to fill my head

Party player? light up the pretty led/

The saxophone player and the little kid flowin',

Then put my ashes on you niggas, bet you gon’ need lotion

I'm playing basketball on the devil's court,

Oh, not again! another critic writing report

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

The giant number who miss you