This is a song about "On my ones"

Just to try to get a piece of success, love me less

This burn mark on your jeans don't match the ones on your flesh

Sphinx to all the nosey ones

On the slow jam of love

My day ones, the same ones that i pass the dope

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

If y’all important, i come at you, firing poems

The ones that just wanted something

Straight g thing, double m g thing

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

Always together in the darkest dark times and the brightest bright ones

Beaverton my sneaker game although i never be with ducks

// [we're the ones who made you]

I'll tell you baby that we're through