This is a song about "U have no goals"

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

Cause u aint no man you a pussy

U still think why u dont have any fan

Fire in the hand, supplier of the man

Are u just here to have a better chance to fight?

I heard that statistic i almost cried

She gonna dance when that molly through

Must be the trust that no one has for u

They bringing me fish and chips

No....u cant handle these weapons!

She crack a smile, i'm finna turn it out

I'm down, u down, no more fuckin around

Martin luther i must’ve seenmixtape, mix ya body with tapethat’s what that green’ll bring

& no one'll understand the words that you're u u uttering uttering.

One man’s pain is another man’s pleasure

No ash i need u more than ever