This is a song about "Day ones"

Take a look, to this bullet, now my finger slipped

And the happy ones that will one day cease to exist.

// [we're the ones who made you]

Dear sweetheart, wassup boo

Raised by a momma who, who

// [we're the ones who made you]

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

That's why they ride the bandwagon still be draggin' sellin' lies

Let's face it / until that day come i don't need no ones advice

No yo never have so stop pickin on the little ones

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

And yeah i know i'm from compton, cali

50,000 ones before i hit up the candy

Add me, take me, pay me it’s nothing

The ones that just wanted something