This is a song about "Booty rags"

Big booty girls whining on me so slow

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Fall, bitch, give me everything, i'm taking all this

You've heard from rags to riches, fake rappers are bitches

I wanna real life big booty hoe, so i can have her strip and put on a show,

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

And i didn't just want to grip on your booty

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

The they know how it is from riches to rags (bitches)

I’m just a young nigga caught up in this rap business

When i step off the curb, then, they on they way

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

I've got weapons in words, i've got weapons in hands, riches and rags, coming

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

Phone in her back pocket made her booty call to say

Why my life depend on what i'mma do today