This is a song about "Fold"

We be like chow

My money don't fold now

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

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

We magnetizing the ghetto

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

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

& my bitch pussy fire gotta extinguish shit, lebron james & shit

So i could find my rainbow, my pot of gold

This amazing voice within your choice to check or fold.

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

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

I never use a fork i always spoon her

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Will they fold them and create a shelter to protect yah?

But all she ever want me to do is unhook her bra