This is a song about "Loved ones dying"

Inside it feels like im dying

Get off a key like i can’t sing

Bring ya soulto tha true, let em know we come through

Because sometimes your loved ones cant be there beside you,

Know it's time for the red ones

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

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

Swear i'm trying to get through

You should be cautious, kid

You were never loved, faggot

The one girl that loved me

Yeah, it's all natural baby

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

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