This is a song about "My uzi"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

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

Lemonade connoisseur life's lemons coming out

Because your booty mad thick behind them juicy ass lips

My fliest days and my plummets... my random flaws in abundance,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And the moon looking beautiful as ever

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

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

She better shed a couple tears when she come through

Tryna get a nigga with a all-star name

My cash effected, my brain insane,