This is a song about "People who struggling"

Befriending people who inevitably will depend on me

With the blaze a your bluntsand you can picture thoughts slowly

At levels with people who were always just destined

Shout out to joe and chris, it's a.p on my wrist

Free earl, that's the fucking shit

Gonna cut people who spit bullshit.

Who keeps you rhyming through the times full of struggling,

Them niggas lack bars like underground when their celly ring

There’s people in the atlanta suburbs who are dirt poor,

The straight life's like a sedative, everything's cool

Fake people who waste space and shot guns

She seen that geechi shit, ain't been to church since

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Now they mention my nigga with all the greats

Remember these are the people who started aids