This is a song about "Stunting on nighas"

Feel your chest on top on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

On my ride on the bills baby i

One choke of this you a note from mariah high

Feel your chest on top on

That's word to my mom

My sim card's the bomb

Aight, keep going, on and on

Little nighas talk they shit but never held up a barrel

Cover of the washington post, solbiato apparel

And if you pay for that yourself

Relying on myself

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Riding on coyotes while i'm trippin' on peyote