This is a song about "Few people"

Shout out my nigga miles

Two fucks aint given to a few sluts.

When it comes to rhymes, man, i guess i got a few

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Whipping whatever i, 460ls you

Damn, so listen while i spit a few

"look at our selection we have a few"

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

Crystal glasseswe mash on them jealous bastards

Skeptical soldier, a man of few words,

And when you fuckin' for the night, you don't need a heart

A few people he gives props to why his life wasnt cropped