This is a song about "Dem"

Let me teach you all the sounds of love

But not one of dem good ones

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

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

U lookin real scared in dem streets cus

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

Makes dem realise u aint as perfect as you seem

Stay gold, alchemy, nigga we rap's alpha team

Hard to move on when you always regret one

No one undertstands just how deep dem scars run