This is a song about "My mixtapes"

My own unknown is my enemy,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My words are my rhythm

Savin' up 24 bullets with gun

It's only fitting cause i'm looking super fly with you

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Look at shorty ass, way meaner

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

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

And when i start to rise

See my pain through my eyes,