This is a song about "Mourn"

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

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

Somalia women ethiopian queens never could tell the difference

We must come together an mourn for the 9 little ones that have lost their lives

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

Yeah two times on a sunday what a lil brotha gotta em goin one way

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

Now yu alone cuz she gone, no time to grieve or mourn,

And then i'll lay you down and record soft porn

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

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

Around here i am the g.o.a.t. like the capricorn