This is a song about "Punks"

I’ve seen this young’un on the train, i had to pick his brain

Engraved a new route so you piercing punks can stay in your lane,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me

Forever my endeavours and i sever my opponents

Have u pussies bleedin heavily for like 3 months weak punks

I dont fuck around with no lame punks,just go ahead and say my name once,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

These punks would bully me 'cuz of clothes from goodwill,

Light dudes had the girls looking there all year

But guarantee all of my women got designer drawers

Before anything though, they're called bitches, punks and whores/

Fucking checkin punks want to become a dumb

Ship, didn't finish college, shit wasn't a problem

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Now this fake little punks are trying to come at me