This is a song about "Lost love ones"

Explains the lives of six lost

Bomaye, killa cam, my lord

My day ones, the same ones that i pass the dope

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

You know i be teasing, though

The other ones narrow,

I'm out bk with these fast girls and all my cash good i miss slow bucks

No yo never have so stop pickin on the little ones

But not one of dem good ones

And panned out, i'm all in love

The ones always feeling fuckin crummy

Than the muse of a family

I'm no ones admission

It ain't where i been

20 racks really thats sneaker money

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,