This is a song about "Tiffany and ali"

I stay lonely and cocky

Knocking these hoes out, muhammad ali

And thats how it goes, i jizz like ali, you can't stop the flow.

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Niggas call me mo ali

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Lyrical ali, leave you wonderin',

Sommin like muhammed ali

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Now i spit shit like ali to make the knockout bell ring,

But right there, they still scheming, they not eating

They call me edifrom the side that's seedyyoung nigga greedy, so i'm runnin up on these niggas easy

You may be rocky but im ali i float like a butterfly sting like a bee i flow like a tree.

Especially if your idols are like big and ali

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see