This is a song about "Conference"

He fathers her only kid that's why my homies let him live

That ain't fun. real music has hearing, feelings, meetings with dealings,

Teachers giving lectures

So you finally got the nerve

Attendin aa meetings just to get away from you,

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Shoot bullets right through ya body

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Force upon you images of a dismantled body,

And i don’t know why you fuck niggas can’t see

Shoes that i stole off your dead body

And its your body i roast

They forgot about the fourth coast