This is a song about "Be mine again"

Damn i’m no good, but damn it’s so good

They'd have to be mine, i knew they would

Then again you might be lying

And my grandmother dying

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But thing is i can get away with murder here i mine as well be the mayor

I'll dab again again again

Had to wear the 13's with them

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

So i could again be face to face with my jodi,

If rap was sculptures yours would be a mold and mine be vultures

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

I won't be lonely ever again

The race war, when it's us against all of them

Bury your thoughts, take his head fuck him have at him

Be coming back again, over denyin'