This is a song about "Rolling through the city"

What yall niggas know about it, my kick game is world cup

I was rolling down the pavement with the bass up,

Rolling with the dopest hoes and they don't know i rap

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

City bread just like the rangers

They ain't say that then they wouldn't be haters

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Cause i fucked two cukoo prostitutes in the city!

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Rolling down the street in my suv

If you try to hang with me you should finally truly see

Vampire diaries, once upon a time and sex and the city

Inner city hippy with the heart of steel

2 shades from the color graymy kick game so unreal

Of felons, killers and monsters, so revealing and honest

Your names added to my hitlist, rolling the streets like a chemist