This is a song about "Being outnumbered"

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

I just got one request, stop breathing

While you were sittin being lame,

I was so sincere like nas first name

I bet it hard being you

Wolf gang, triple six crew

Im tired of being slepted on

Full of shit, like i ate that john

I don't give a crap that i'm outnumbered/

Yep she's on x, i called that bitch speed burst

Being an alchoholic i fear,

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

Comme des garcons, roam like it ain't nothing

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

My future now being burned

Look, cole world, still a cold world