This is a song about "Guys like you"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

It's a fact, to say otherwise would be lies, you guys,

Guys who think girls can't rap is what i don't like

Nigga want beef we can take it outside

Just gettin you a job then i zip that broad tryina get in them walls like ghost dad

Now why you have to be like that , bitch i didnt heart you , mybe the some guys did that

Than catch your s.t.i.s you caught from lying with all those guys/

You ain’t seen nothing yet, bitch, this just my friday ice

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Been dropping classics like you guys were droppin' fire torches,

I'm going to devise a contest for you guys

You only live once, tonight we do it twice

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

All you guys say 'wat' when i rap like i'm cambodian

Now i'm back, trackin' like guys reneging, prime at my finest.

They get one season poppin', at least he's being honest