This is a song about "Kids bulling others"

Hurting others purpose- and inadvertent- ly

Never alone we 'bout to make the drums cry

Educate the others

The richest place on earth

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

It's me and my crew up there, but maybe a couple others,

Never had a chance to try

What the others tell you is a lie

Walkin through the streets wearin jewels, breakin niggas makin moves

The kids are wasting food while others ache for the day they get aid from groups

To get beside the others snickering

Tryin’ to bag a brother with a super bowl ring

Not to mention for others in other dimensions

Pocket with a cash full of bashful weapons

Why are the little kids having little kids

But somethin' was always missin' like six digits