This is a song about "Shute ski"

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

Karma inescapable my thin ice breaking,

Through all that rain, i kept my flame

Even with the money and the fame

Everybody wants the fame

You just tryin' to run game

Your man wale in his own damn lane

My claim to fame, thats my claim to fame

My drum sticks brake like i brake my shin

And the reason that i'm going

Rain, sleet, snow, 'bout the money

I’m tryna be low key

Track 2.) golden child (forbidden fruit)

Bodyguard for what? dog, i'd rather shoot

Uh, yeah, hot damn, here we go again

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?