This is a song about "Lose of money"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Bitches love money and i got a lot of money

They alll ran out of money.

What them tippers don't see

With oodles of noodles of money paper on my pasta,

Ride presidential got me feeling like obama

You got ben's arranged money, have a benz or range money

Funny amounts of money like monopoly

I just reflect on how i ain't met you, yet boo

On my knees till they bleed, i'll lose both of my legs for you,

And i done seen some old beefs make a bunch of news

And your bitch is the type of bitch who really wanna lose

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

You where destined to lose on your way out of your mothers womb