This is a song about "Lost ones"

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

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

He appreciates your support

You told me to get lost

You can hear it in my lyrics

The ones that have the big tits

Watch the ones that are shady,

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Maybe i'm on lust well you deserve love

But not one of dem good ones

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/

And for the nigga that pulled the trigger then tried to slide

Gucci man, it's the gucci crew

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