This is a song about "Brenda and naseem"

And once i'm dead and gone

But if i'm wrong

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

But i did have miss medusa, she loud and she leave me stoned

Social conditioning and

This how i hear it different

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

With that block that you chop and the rocks as usual

While i’m somewhere in the back, getting blowed like a blunt

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

Mama made her pretty

Living young and wild and free

This ain't easy, im thinking

And i'm dizzy and spinning

And stop playing hide and seek,

I pray the lord my guns to keep