This is a song about "Demise"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Lead to his demise eats up all mc's he deep fries

Winning ain't all i want, his demise is my prize

Mine? type: nice. light come off the white ice

Temperatures risesniggas blinded by my lyrical disguise

Soul is through the eyes, so what you see could lead to your demise

Balling in herrrrrrre let-let-let-let it fly

Sky high, she knew her demise was nigh

Of my demise, wouldn't be surprised cause that can happen

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

Navigating through her eyes, destination to her thighs

The unpleasant memories that will one day be my demise,

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Dont look into his eyes that demise will defeat ya,