This is a song about "A relationship when one person falls in love but they other doesnt and then they dont talk"

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

And then there's only one other homie, but he has a hard time believing me.

And louder than a microphone that's slightly near a lion's den

But nah fuck that they was never then when i needed them

Sometimes they go in alive but they then leave dead,

While everybody got ammunition on deck

But can i really call me one when i talk most to a host

Righteously living, i know all my verses be cold

But then they end in defeat

Mmg and that's my clique

They work to death, when they come home, you dont even have a plate

Petey pop off, rip, free lou, been lootin’ money since like fourth grade

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Since i'm in a position to talk to these kids and they listen