This is a song about "Fold"

Rather than buy our songs, they busy cheering the stars

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

And i drop top off in a hot cold

My greatness and surely fold

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Live your life or fold under that cruel summer

Used to ride little buses, i ain’t fuck with my teachers

Hungry for more burgers,anger fold in curlers,but love nurtures

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

Bet i get it quick lick make it backflip outta town with some how you gonna act shit

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

Seven years old in my heart, so i'm stayin' gold

I say that the pool is closed

So dont you get up and fold