This is a song about "Lost ones"

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

Let them come we’re the ones carving history,

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

Don't give a fuck, litter life

I lost mona,i lost wife

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

No yo never have so stop pickin on the little ones

And to tell you the truth i gotta ride

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

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Lost arrowheads of a lost society,

And yea i should’ve seen the signs by my first quote

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

I know howard that college, but uptown has some problems

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