This is a song about "Life on the reservation"

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

A nice guy, trying to get by, on the outside filled with life

The snitch on the block be running for his life

In this cracked crack fag back slab in disguise

I guess she thought she'd get away, wouldn't hear the cries

The snitch on the block be running for his life

You are the prettiest thing i laid my eyes on all my life

If you see us in the club, we'll be actin' real nice

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

Cause i been in the field life on the line with him

Had to d up like all in a titty cup

I do it on the norm, the life of someone corrupt

It's cole, won't lie, won't stop 'til the race is won

All he wanted was the fame and good life to carry on

The snitch on the block be running for his life

She don't really care about anyone advice