This is a song about "Why don t anyone like me gangsta"

Unholy like witches, or anyone for the riches

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

But to anyone who ever doubted me

Folarin be ballin for all yall to see

And now i'm at the crib all alone damn i miss you

Like stealing honey, call me winnie t. pooh

What them tippers don't see

Or anyone offending me

Tell these people something they don`t know about me

Niggas fuck with your boy, i can make you some money