This is a song about "Crack pipes gets thrown around"

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

One ill cop scars to back/ he gets whipped and whipped but he won't crack/

This my little brother on my mother's side, our father died

I get thrown around like a rugby ball but atleast i tried,

Little training, thrown out into a pointless war

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

When love comes callin', don’t look back

All of us will eventually crack.

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

Now stop fucking around before shit gets serious

Thats why they disgruntled because they not on the thrown

I got a love jones for your body and skin tone

Not the applause or roses thrown in awe

Our children must be taught, of africa

So i guess that's where i hide my things

And punches thrown with metal rings