This is a song about "Day 1 homies"

Or closed casket for our troubles

#1 (#single #syllables)

So i'm just making sure my verses count for something

It's a verbal heart attack, call 9 1 1 get dialing

1 & 1 doesn't equal crack rock in ya back pocket,

Throwin round wallets like the dude that kid cudi hit

I ain't hiding, y'all ain't riding

Bullets flying, fake homies lying

In the club like fuck it, though

Homies that i don't yet know,