This is a song about "Members"

If you believe then you can achieve

It creates dead members of families

Members only i'm cocky

Smoking on a marley

I'm optimistic like playing keeno with all that you got

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

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

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

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

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