This is a song about "In the zone"

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone

I woulda done anything for my own

And i still banging in that ghetto zone

Don't let me get in my zone, don't let me get in my zone

Though surrounded by an entourage, i feel like i'm alone

Either that or they 4:4, some call them fantastic

Such a manic in a zone of panic/

And i'm all alone, don't fuck with me in my zone,

The streets in need of a king, you can tell 'em i’m home

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Now im in the zone like i bitten by a zombie

Put my number in your phone

But i bounced back and got in the zone

Wake up in the morning and get in my zone

She ain't tryna go low, go head home