This is a song about "Few"

And my brains travel like yung berg jewels

Two fucks aint given to a few sluts.

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

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

They got few and while have hoards

Chomping at your oxygen chords

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

Make me wanna write my own little song for you

Now jordan iii my shoe, double m g my crew

It's getting limited, only a few

A few hundred dollars and some reviewed proverbs

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Mic'ing few miles fitting the backstreet

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

I have empire that are ready to kill a few

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you