This is a song about "My att"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Now in the courtroom, many men are being doomed

Grab my knife and my gun

Work straight out the kitchen

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

I hate rap like kramer hate blacks

Momma in the bathroom poppa at work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

My streaks my testament.