This is a song about "Trying to make it in atl"

I told her this here's overrated but i love your city baby

I flow flawlessly, without trying make your girl wanna talk to me

Desire get confused and you could lose your direction

In the far back near the corner trying to take it in,

Theyll come over knocking trying to ruin it

Honey brown, caramel, coffee brown, chocolate

You couldnt make a belemic puke on a piece of fuckin corn and peanut poop

Your "disses" are cute, don't say it with such puppy eyes trying to make a dispute

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Trying to live life to the fullest and make my mark

Folarin never walk in prada and talk of a price

Trying to make it big no one seems to be to nice

Okay so i'm not trying to make you cry so i'm going to end it here.

Dealin with no mom, all the pain i've undergone has shaped what you hear here in your ear