This is a song about "Now i hear them calling"

‘cause he could die any day and you still the same thing

Trying to get me, i hear them suckas scheming

I can't hear them anymore,

I breed 'em like i'm going to war

Sit back and watch your sunrise

But now all i really hear is cries

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

But it fuses a bullet, now i dont wanna hear no more bullshit,

I always hear them talking bout the game

Givin' 'em a wet, welcome to the house of pain

I know you see me now, you can hear the hunger

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

But now i smoke recreationaly i just want them good vibes,

Problem is i shine like two mics under heavy strobe lights

I wanna be king block and i wanna hear them scream my name

Knowing you shouldn't think that way and trying to freeze your brain