This is a song about "Loved ones"

I got rhymes for days nigga i'm cold

Sweater falls i loved them most

I'll imprison your loved ones in burning furnace

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

Fill up the plug, lemme light my blunt

By those that you once loved

Hit strip clubs find bitches with big butts

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

But not one of dem good ones

I can teach you all the sounds of love

I loved watching her when she would sleep.

Wolf gang in this bitch, nigga, we six feet deep

Shoot till there ain't shit left in the clip

You were never loved, faggot