This is a song about "Have"

Restoring the glory that rappers used to have/

Still stop and i laugh; ma, get them rocks in your ass

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Dont have many fans but the ones i have blow

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

I'mma work for everything i have

I know every reaction you have even before you have it

Put my squad on my back like i'm wearing me a starter jacket

If you could read between the lines come and get your issue

You can have this place/memories have me blue.

I have to admit, i have to yawn.

And before the sun came up, he was gone

And every single weapon you have

Except she's got a little more ass

And work hard then i pass like steve nash

Some die while gripping the gats they have