This is a song about "Mourning"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

I stopped mourning over past, when i past the stop warning

All the women of color i'm in love with your skin

We're mourning from the morning to the night, we just mindin',

When people bell phone and its off they start mourning

Gucci & nike, that’s what i call an option

That's why i never claimed i was the best

Woke up in the morning, mourning without a friend

Come at me and your mom will be mourning

I'm a king.you should kiss my pinky ring

So i can stab his face and nut on his grave like mourning wood

Yeah, inglewoodinglewood always up to no good