This is a song about "Loved ones"

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

The other ones narrow,

Fuck a dad, if he loved me he would care about what i loved

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Mumma said she loved me regardless

That scary love, never get married love

Lately been writing poems

But not one of dem good ones

By those that you once loved

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

The ones always feeling fuckin crummy

Sweater falls i loved them most

Is a space that now you hold

And finally, everyone got their own problems

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones