This is a song about "N"

In the ghetto n' threw shade.

If i die before i wake

Sure he died in 96 n

Car seats got screens in them

N i'm not fucken sorry

Smoking on a marley

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

Tried perfecting my letters n

Where you welcome to problems

Packing guns, n' tackling bums.

Pretending to be awake 'n

Fly as shit for no goddamn reason

If a period is late then i will mark it with a question

Hot shots to your sternum n melon have u hurtin n yellin