This is a song about "Tslay cars money white boy iowa coggon aye"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

Thinkin you're so good cause you got money, cars, and fame,

Have they all forgot who made this golf shit hot again

For crying out loud im just a white boy

Yo my mommy toy was my pride and joy

The poor southern white boy, he's like picasso for sure,

Busy raising babies and living on tour

Never had the time of day to hear a white boy rhyme

I'm worldwide i'm certified, pop a bottle my cali dime

Im shinin bright so bright just like my white boy swagger does

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Just a white boy, i know it sounds coy.

Ain't like my job or guys i employ