This is a song about "Perished"

Its here, the future we feared, this perished atmosphere,

Give these niggas the pink slip when they appear

I remember tripping, walking through the set like my glock don’t think

I took a shot at you and your entire posse perished

I'm acting mental, i'll rip out your teeth coz my plan is dental,

While he thought he was special, he meddled 'n' reveled and perished in peril

I was shot at and thousands more perished

Tryna get inside your mind without that night shift