This is a song about "Mourn"

February seventh is the day i was born but it is also a day that rappers mourn

Instead of livin sad in jail i coulda died free and happyand my cellmate's raped on the norm

They waiting on me to give an a-okay, then the k gon' spray

So now you can mourn for your fam while im back home playing cod ghosts all day,

Having sex till four o'clock in the mourn but u still checking your phone

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Every day i mourn it/ i wore my love on my sleeve just wishing that you'd adore it

Disformed since i was born at 11 o'clock in the mourn with a pen in my hand

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

I chose to keep pressin' on the pedal, after we mourn

They swore that i was all fuckin' nuts like a gay porn

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

So i'll just take my aleve in a corner and mourn her frighteningly silently.