This is a song about "Mom telling me what to do"

Paralyzed to the feeling, all the hate i see

I'm just telling you on sight what it seems to me

Telling all the people what they need to do so they can live

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Now i’m always in the hood like i never was gone

And that's why my insane mind's be telling to do this song

Like suicide and the voices inside telling them to do this.

I just ride for my niggas and give the bitches the business

You dont see what you do to me

It's crazy, bitches throwing they pussy

Ohhh what to do, what to do...

And i've been thinking bout you

He's telling me what to do, and what's wrong and what's right

Like whenever i look up, i'm expecting the light

Like, what do i gotta do, for you to notice me

You never gonna forgive me, but your so damn pretty