This is a song about "April 28"

Why is this society telling lies claiming there policy is honesty constantly livin cautiously

Authorities wanna take a spin me, trying to limit these rhymes that got g's saying "can it be?!"

This april: capable of grabbing ladles

Black women hold it down shawty, it's all love

She found out about april, so she chose to march

You in the past me and future on the same watch

Forgot the consequences but fuck the feminine pussies, they're only here because of a broken condom,

He should of never fucked around with a sick ass nigga like methey call my name out and niggas run

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

It was on april seventh, close to eleven at night.

Hate me if you want to but always remember this

Its a funeral on april twentieth,