This is a song about "Members"

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

Hahaha, yothese felonies be like prophecies beggin me to stop

It creates dead members of families

Ima let her be by herself in peace

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

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

America's most wanted like chi ali

Members only i'm cocky

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

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