This is a song about "His"

You can search but you'll never find

Took his head n' beckoned his mind

Praised his homie for his quick handedness

Press, they look at me like i'm a menace

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

A tear down his cheek and his legs feel weak

Yes, i'm sure we could all agree

Murder his family

His conscience can take him to his grave

But she took it in his place

His conscience can take him to his grave

Pluck ya ace, take ya girl, fuck her face

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Fear in his eye, his pupils are flooding, his new tools are muddy

The only team more powerful? sasha and malia family