This is a song about "Others"

And violence towards others

This ones for the lovers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Man i grew up in the gutter, so fuck them others,

I was wondering maybe

Others are bein driven crazy

But can they keep up with the paste of others

You little young-ass motherfuckers

Educate the others

Talking of the gods you serve

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

To get beside the others snickering

Cause suffering to all of the others

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Dick soft as fuck, but somehow i go hard

Whilst these others fucks workin security guard