This is a song about "Ruther less gangsta rap bompton bloods"

At the age of 16, credit card scam schemes

Gangsta rap and the days of the trash junkies,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

I ain't a gangsta and i don't pretend to be

And i'mma keep ya fresh

And completely response less

And over beef you laid to rest like you was gettin some sleep

And i laid some rhymes for you on this funky gangsta beat

I ain't gotta tell you they know about me, huh

Telling ‘em to go out and blast off, kill a gangsta,

And their bloods trying make it work.

Too focused, one word

Make a drive by send them fuckin bloods dying

Sick of tha sirens, body bags, and tha gun firing