This is a song about "Rich money rap life"

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

Thinkin bout life and a bitch striking it rich toss me a mic and i'll spit

But i'm not a dummy, without money i'm stuck here for life

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

To say life goes on, now they're counting money on the table

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

Breathe life into rap like full on resuscitation

Sky high, iced out paradise

Fuck rules, skate life, rap, write, repeat twice

You rap about selling weed and money schemes

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Nawh bitch obama can suck a dick my views on life will never get me rich

Well give me grab iti was born inside a love zonewith a glock-nine young marriage