This is a song about "Lost ones"

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Showing me all these successful rappers but not the "came to" ones

Mama ain't raise no fool, true

// [we're the ones who made you]

We get the bread and the crumbs, young money

The ones always feeling fuckin crummy

I do self evaluate, yeah, i know i've got some problems

Always together in the darkest dark times and the brightest bright ones

It ain't where i been

I'm no ones admission

Know it's time for the red ones

Smoke until i ain't got no lungs

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

And you are you too, but bitch i'm three

// [we're the ones who made you]

I'm tryna learn somethin new