This is a song about "Stop posting about baller"

Lock my heart up, this is jail, throw away the key

Stop bragging about money and just live life thankfully.

Rejected from being a baller, infected with the thinking that we're all nerds

Tried them didn't work, got impossible standards, nothing i ever do works

Posting a pic, get facebook likes

For being jealous of a brother when he rides

Alright man stop rappin about getting bitches

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

Never stop to think about, how the feel

She shift my gears and whispered in my ear

This high powered cell at the county jailpunk judge got a grudge, can't post no bail, what

But i don't care about lies homie ,so stop it bro cause you don't know what the fuck

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Motherfucker this is forever dope

Posting uploads, going cut throat