This is a song about "Niggas aint dope"

Cutting niggas hands and i aint talking to shady

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And, uh, i don’t know what keeps me alive, shit

Eatin niggas, killin niggas, makin dope music.

Dope phonics, them niggas real

I got that mass appeal

And my niggas say that dope is fake

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

But lil' mama so dope

Up on phrases i wrote

Been running around trying find a job

Said they smokin on that dope

Fuck that shit aint so dope

Girls, i ask 'em do they smoke