This is a song about "Fold"

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

Climbing up the pole, jack and the beanstalk, bitch it's gold

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

Time to get her bags get ghost

Inspiration works two-fold.

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

My greatness and surely fold

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

Live your life, don't fold under press pressure, me who you are it ain't hard

But there's a devil in the ghetto tryin to tear it apart

I was hyper because i didn't get attention from my real pops

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