This is a song about "All those other guys"

How can niggas blame us, i am not ashamed but

And pull those other four down you ain't giving up

So time to get trashed, forget all those

And these shape-shifting hoes

Why didn't i kill those fucking guys..

Fresh ass mike's, my rollie on ice

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

I guess i wanna be like those other rappers

Drinking liquor and i'm looking for some hoes to fuck

And pull those other four down, you ain't giving up

Keep it real as penitentiary steelthis ain't no freestyle battle

I tried to convince them but those guys are dull, they just kicked their minds outta their skull.

How many pistols smoking coming from a broken familyi'm sick of being tired

You ain't dealin with thirteen other guys? that's the most bull i've ever heard

Now those two other kids are dead... i look at the bride...

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright