This is a song about "Wheelieng bikes rolling on drug dealers ragging round beamers pullin out blades"

I pullin out my d, see, i just wanna be free,

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

But i never ever thought that you would take me on this offer

Be peddling on bikes to the border flipping bitches like a quarter

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

Where 45's if it's black on chrome just to hear their cries, when rolling

When we fuck she say

Drug dealers til this day,

On my shoulder blades or tirades of torture whirled around me my glee would not fade/

But his deferred, and blurred and changed in shapeit's fate, it wasn't my choice to make

I’m in the air bitch, diamonds clear bitch

Then going on a drug binge

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Gangsters walkin' 'round in suits, i bring out the thug in them,

And we still got kids pulling out blades and kitchen knives/

Young black male, crack sales got me three strikes