This is a song about "The struggles in my life"

Y'all can't ever fade that, i don't ever lack shit

This message is for those in struggles, it's not twisted,

Sitting on the world, i got life in my hand

Fast money like zakat al-fitr, break fast

No one seems to understand my struggles, troubled and it sucks,

And meetin' mr. folarin could get you cardiac problems

You listenin' to her is leaving you with empty nights

Moved back over to the northwest to describe my life in rhymes

Never in my life thought you'd be the one to play me.

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Been bad all my life, i was raised in the hood

Got a little too much confidence and seem shook

The life of the wealthy, cruising in my plane

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

But every other part of you make me wanna depart and

Though with the struggles and the troubles, the culture crumbled