This is a song about "Few"

Niggas plotting against you, hate you but never tell you

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

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

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

He the rebel, i'm the daughter waitin' for you

Truth, lies, i despise all things but a few

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

For the whole week, no time for cold feet

Preaching to the chosen few of armageddon

When i get my v12, i’ma be in six of them

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Two fucks aint given to a few sluts.

Oh yeah we're old as fuck, we didn't have our glasses

Intellectual war that few can clash with,