This is a song about "For conners"

Man in the race for souls for money

From curb surfingwe working the industry

But that's what he liked her

Except for lucifer,

Same clothes for days, same spot for months

Blew twenty bands in that king of diamonds

And i'm still hurtin over pops

Shoot for the moon, rocket-launch for stars/

And call the hospital for him for later.

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

See, i'm second to no one

49. for a reason for treason,

Who know this be the life that i really live

1 for the money, 2 for the bitches

Sing for the laughter, sing for the tear,

When the depth chart came, there was no me there