This is a song about "Let me feel them"

I'm tryna learn somethin new

You can let them win or you

You already are caged

Let them feel the fame we have gained

Got the seven on me like vick jersey

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

So bring all your whores, let me tell them the score

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

I'm crying, i'm trying, i'm sick of lying, i don't feel fine, i feel like dying, so let me die.

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

I'll never call you bitch again

Let me just sit in between them,

Charlie sheen on them haters, they dont wanna let me win

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin