This is a song about "Cowards"

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

I leave flowers on the graves of these cowards

Break bread hold the flour eat my breakfast but never toast to cowards,

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Watching cowards burn, i'm your dirty thoughts brought

Do i condone it or is this some kind of small talk

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Like kg said cowards die a thousand times

Killin’ y’all niggas, any last words

Turban wearin cowards

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

Outnumbered by cowards in colors/ rumbling/

Display of lyrical prowess, i'm sick of you cowards, i'll go green

Hostile with them hoes, i got a dollar in my pocket plus a dream

Look how they blew up the towers, those fuckin' cowards.

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards