This is a song about "And ones"

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

Her mom died, heroin overdose stuffed in her wrist

Fuck a three peat / only lakers and bulls were the ones to complete

I'm the dream catcher but nothing but nightmares i caught, go to sleep

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

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

I can teach you all the sounds of love

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

But i guess that shit's just tough love

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

But every time i smoke, well, a nigga mind gone

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

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

And mobb deep was runnin' shook ones, they was meant for this