This is a song about "He was too young at 31"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Mind he did and he was so pumped he lost track of time. he looks at the clock

Where we can drink liquor and no one bickers over trick shit

He used fruity loops 8 and he was a pro at it

When i'm through, i'll probably let you take it back

When i was young i was told that shit was whack

Lifes he stole left young but feeling old

Is a space that now you hold

But he was good at teaching lessons, best in the school,

Nigga, so high, i gotta modify my schedule

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

It feels good putting money in your mailboxi love paying rent when the rent's due

You sitting at the bar wearing barbaro's hair

But he was too drunk and high to even care,