This is a song about "My country fiji"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Hustle 24 hours fo dis country money

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

Fuck that noble shit, it's our country, debate with glock clips,

- - and now look, a crumbled country thin on prodigies,

So i got my camera on your cameltoe say cheese

Like dead presidents a country leaderless and lawless,

My vision enormous, my bitches is gorgeous

My city, growl with me, hootie hoo'ing through the night sky

Never been a cold coward country money on my mind then my

Style is patent, the measures is drastic

Country ass hicks but know how to spit trick

A country in power

I think it excited her

This country, black and white, its split

Y'all similes is literal shit