This is a song about "Fold"

People love hodgy i hate you though

My money don't fold i'm gettin' this dough

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Your flow is worn out like those clothes that your trying to fold

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

I ain't tricking but they see you as a pot of gold

Inspiration works two-fold.

But for long time i had gone cold

Nobody rep for the skins, they busy cheering them stars

I'll never break or fold, i'll never end up celled behind bars,

So dont you get up and fold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Trust me these niggas rushed me for something my cousin probably did

Die a hornigold, to atone, a hundred fold, for the sins you did admit