This is a song about "Lost ones"

My bitch likes to cut the dope and bag it for a fee

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

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

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

Cause when i make this stew

The ones that have the big tits

I'm neo in the matrix

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

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

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

Trying to get back to this thing called love

Lies, tangled with fiction

I'm no ones admission

So let 'em chase love

But not one of dem good ones