This is a song about "Loved ones"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

The ones always feeling fuckin crummy

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

And finally, everyone got their own problems

I loved her, she loved me

Bait baby, wait baby

I'm no ones admission

She all on my skin

Where i from, it get cold

Sweater falls i loved them most

Never loved during adolescence, only thing i loved were smoke sessions,

Would it surprise you if i told you all of the black inventions?

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

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

She can make a pimp fall in love

But not one of dem good ones