This is a song about "Fuck the fake ones think about the rereal ones bros resp fmts 3 sfro 1"

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

Always together in the darkest dark times and the brightest bright ones

I'm tryna learn somethin new

// [we're the ones who made you]

My day ones, the same ones that i pass the dope

Who swore i'd wouldn't live till twentynow they gotta cope

I be deeping her up, said the d is a drug

It does not encourage the ones that don't give a fuck

The ones always feeling fuckin crummy

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

They gon keep on watching, give em something to see

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

No yo never have so stop pickin on the little ones

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims

Except the ones about my life, my strife, it's trife, knife fights,

Tell the truth, i ain’t gon’ lie, i got so many rides