This is a song about "Anthony from staten island"

Me and my family, my friends, nigga we ride for you always

Throw me a hurricane, let your anger rain on my island base

Cold world no blanket son

Protected from fatalism.

Especially from detectives

Without the sound of guns

I love that hour glass shape you got up on that frame

Freedom from loss and so freedom from gain.

You stole from me from under my nose

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

And i'mma throw this money while you do it with no hands

From that. from where i come from, can't even afford pants.

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Inhalation my face is numb from