This is a song about "Literary terms"

A fuck that we will never give is like our pops

With terms of release, bitches, money and yachts

Rozay told me keep on working, shawty you’ll be rich forever, ever

Muffled from the outside weather by this literary leather

My life accelerated, but had to wait my turn

These terms have left me burned like the ashes in an urn

Terms, crushing worms, my burning heart yearns/

So you finally got the nerve

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

Spitting out literary imagery

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

Literary genius vocab insane after smoking medicinal

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

These fake words and vague terms written on paper,

Folarin, the muse of the hater