This is a song about "Congrats on 7k"

When you took my hand up so calm

Cause i already moved on

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Full of shit, like i ate that john

Aight, keep going, on and on

Bleeding on the carpet, drooling on my chin

Well baby bot there ain't no question

Relying on myself

11.1.11 is when it all makes sense

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon

Not even on psychedelics today but i'm tripping on whats going on

Hop on him, like i'm buzzing on adrenaline/

We buy guns and more guns, to give to the young

You cant grab on whats on the news

Niggas couldn't fill my shoes