This is a song about "My lov"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Oh, you look like my next victim

My words are my rhythm

Yeah you know i got that work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Hopped over the fence, where the grass way greener

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Grab my knife and my gun

And it weighs a ton

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste

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