This is a song about "Kidnapping infants and there mothers"

Kidnapping girls, killing niggas for gangs

They say hip-hop's dead, i believe it's just the fans

That mean i never trust em. and if you ever love them

I'm the man who wasn't there and i won't be there again

But when it’s all said and done i’mma be ahead of them

Souls of brothers and mothers that live on, we never do miss ém,

Hustle game incredible, ice game amazing

And you still there just praying and praying

Whoops i accidentally fucked all your mothers

One can never be judged when he dress like his brothers

And it was all right there

From out of nowhere

Believe me, i'm beyond dead

And now there in my head.