This is a song about "To and fro"

Is it a corn row or a fro

Ima keep that on the low

Swear i'm trying to get through

To try and violate me to.

On the road to riches, krs and bdp, and ready to die,

I swear i put this shit down without a gimmick or lie

Skipping to conclusions and forgetting to weigh consequences,

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

I'mma stop right there and i know you don't care

Freedom to give and freedom to share

Leaving rappers disordered, that explains the toe you grow in your fro

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

To get rich and famous,

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Carmines and aquas, to add to my collection

Kevin durant you're an ant like my mother kin