This is a song about "My folw"

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

My name hold weight and you don't really keep the bar raised

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

I might even stick my tongue out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Got my head in my hands.

He in bootcamp, you on food stamps

Mixed feelings cause now all the chicks feeling him

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Fucking chin-checkin' punks 'til he's outta breath and done

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2