This is a song about "Few"

Truth, lies, i despise all things but a few

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

But not a single fuck for y'all bitches

Intellectual war that few can clash with,

"look at our selection we have a few"

Its been a long time comin, i should hang with you

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

I'm like the glue to my crew, the undead few

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

Misdemeanored that twenty bag of weed

So many kind words few kind hearts

Hit the green like running backs with no yards

Sipping on some mountain dew, cones i've had a few

Feeling like a dream and nobody pinch you