This is a song about "In my escalade"

Rapping is in my genes in my blood and even in my dreams

Your bitch is a hood bitch you can find up in these streets

Wrote my first track in my teenage years

So here i am at the store for some chips

My mind's in a coming time, my body's in this stuffy room

Yeah, them niggas spittin' while i'm dishing out a typhoon

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

No narcotics in my pockets, only got 1 jackson in my wallet

You've unleashed the beast and i play you lil' niggas like lisa's shit

Just to make it in this broadway lights

"my flows can be employed in my lines

Got stretch marks like she got four kids

Rappers in my trunk i packed in six

Enforce, i'm elegant and

So rest in peace in my hand