This is a song about "Fo"

And once he's gone, the nasty realization that i'm all alone.

Three dorra extra fo dorra extra if you wanna take that shit home

The mind of a writer is d sword fo fighter the feelings he never cry'd up caus he knows hes fighter

And ones desiresbe pulling all my cabbage like priorsstuck in the trance searching for something higher

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Should've played quarterack fo the chiefs

We all dream one day we be kings and queens

Im back fo the first time

Corduroys, cam will shine

Red berry everywhere, got puff getting jealous

Fuck love, it ain't no place fo a nigga in this world so rough

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

Cause i aint going down fo some bullshit, deal yo supplies