This is a song about "And ones"

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

Don’t you be holding back, your love

And they the ones talking bout tuckin gats in they pants!

This bitch is badi dream of pockets full of bands

All eyedeas and abilities are ones we've seen before

Motherfucking 8 balls, til’ we live at the pool hall

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

Baffled that it's a joke to some and we're the ones that are wrong

I call it speaking tongues

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

The root of all evil, is sorta like the roots new sequel

I'm trying to let the force be with you, i get you

I don't play by your rules, and my ones are few

Commence to poppin' motherfuckers copy it fatalefficiently i delete then flee

Now every one cant wait and see, cuz the only ones who know me most are family