This is a song about "Grief and loss"

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

But in the end it is his loss,

Crazed raised off hennesey, tell me will my enemies

So deceive in grief as much as you plead and breathe

This worlds shook with grief and filled with relief but its still unsure to me

If we do the unthinkable would it make us look crazy

Where would i be without my dogs

Little kids are at a loss

Loss of time for play-doh; i'm steady spending more pesos

The odd niggas are beginning to spill these pink hoes

All i wanna do is sit back and watch you move and i'll proceed to throw this cash

You shoulda listened to the sounds of the rappad mass and let another loss just pass.

And i can't help but stare, cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Motivation from nipsey or glasses, jay rock

Its like god sent me this grief so i could jot