This is a song about "Trapping money and drugs"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Surrounded by drugs violence and sodomy

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

And don't give me that shit about how you do drugs,

Then it's back to the corner where we sell cracksome of you niggas is bustas, you running round

Money drugs and women seem to be the only the the radio can play! (*white noise sound*)

Can we take shots? what's your flavor? flat drinks we call a cups

Lotta rapper thugs talking bout bitches, money trees, and drugs

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

But still i was a bad-kid who did alcohol and drugs.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

And get me some more drugs

Good kids make bad grown ups