This is a song about "Members"

It creates dead members of families

I just wanna get some head, maybe ass ‘fore i leave

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

So fast, can't copy

Members only i'm cocky

You gotta look at reality, understand that shit so you don't get caught

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

Cause these suckers wanna spray where i lay downmy homie lost his family and snapped

To be emcees with no embers or members to represent, time to reprimand,