This is a song about "Few"

And i know that you're open

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Seen some shit shed a few tears,

Sweet, okay makes sense

Chomping at your oxygen chords

They got few and while have hoards

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Never mind the rumors baby this is me and you

I don't play by your rules, and my ones are few

Um, wolf gang, that's the fucking clique

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Damn, so listen while i spit a few

I wanna be next to you