This is a song about "Trappin and gettin money wid my niggas"

Whoa, gettin high all the time isn't right, i'm losin my sight and my mind

Then bring your big bad ass to california, cause we ain't hard to find

Funny how my niggas are obsessed with money, whips, and chains,

You think that we was learnin' from other rappers' mistakes

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Got my fame, the reputation, and the money.

You ain't know nothing about me and my money

Different chef, same pot bro, not guianese buddy

And my niggas say that dope is fake

Yeah i vv'd the stones, dogg, i'm into cake

She hits my bong, my dicks gettin hard and strong,

But i overshine ain't no niggas over sean