This is a song about "Members"

So i'm chasing the dreams, no realities

It creates dead members of families

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,

Give me tall glass, coconut ciroc, please, no soda pop

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

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Members only i'm cocky

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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