This is a song about "Sharing"

Sharing squandering wasn't a tear in the robbery

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

Resin sharing with a dick kid

After party crib full of broads all naked

And this will be the song that we sing

I know that they say sharing is caring

Apparently we're sharing this generic plot of blessed land,

Anti-violent...stylin, lyrically inclined and

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

Its my prove of sharing the stamp, the forty two sedated

And make emcees weary to the point where their sharing

Ain't get my message, was no signal when i was texting