This is a song about "Mom beating me up"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My beating heart telling me your my remedy

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Strapped up attacking mom nature

hoe please don't be comical possibility you beating me is improbable,

It was refreshing but a tussle, life repays the respecting and the humble

Money i make em buck

Untill my heart stop beating up

In that pretty red dress, let's fuck

My mom is a thug, she'll fuck you up

And i ain't shallow, material things suppress bad luck

And left stupid like your mom when she got smacked up

Shoes, louis, prada, groupie blah blah

How you gonna breast feed me mom? (wah!)

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

The odds of you beating me is like hunting seagulls on safari/