This is a song about "Dem"

Bet yall never heard of the story of the lost verse bitch gave me dem digits

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

I’m popping now, every other hour, paparazzi come

Soft serve lyrical excellence you should observe like dem freaks from

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

Dropping my gunor as high as a kite hitting hoes for fun

Fucking all dem hoes,rapping south

Heystop running your mouth

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

Weezy and dem' other rappers disposed of, social movements

Why i'm living keep a pistol just to keep you alive

So lift mine up to the sky, im up wit dem miles