This is a song about "Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit"

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

The owner bout to prosecute, the niggas tell her that she's cute

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

Just the drunk ramblings of a worthless reefer addict

I'm a chronic rap addict.

If you feel it, it must be real just

Momma give you kisses and your daddy give you advice

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Here's a piece of advise...

I'm the author for gangsters, tough guys

Momma saying daddy a sex addict and a piece of shit/

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

I don't sprint just boost when i feel

I'm like a piece of steel,

K and b is rarer than a piece of golden coal

I'mma punt the paper over the pussy like a field goal