This is a song about "Few"

Black mother of the earth you know i forever owe you

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

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

You're my reflection and all i see is you

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

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

But i get the dough, shit i might splurge on one

It's getting limited, only a few

'n' they don’t photograph, nah they don't sex like you

I'll be dead in a few weeks

Tryna kill my dreams

‘cause when it come to winning, convincing is only been a few

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue