This is a song about "Real ones"

Go where you ain't been

I'm no ones admission

Remember i used to bang with bad ones

I ain't used to it, she got that hot love

Like wu-tang, look how i do the thing

The ones that just wanted something

What preceded was the clue

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

Purple label 8 hundred

Foes are rusted no ones trusted

Know it's time for the red ones

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Now they give a fuck about usand if i choose to ride

You left us, the ones you love and the ones with spite/

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

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew