This is a song about "Repeating and replicating"

Like the nigga on the block waving his glock but won't squeeze

So spit it and keep repeating it, 'till we can't breathe,

Walked out the church, then got a call that my homie was murdered

I can't even write a chorus cause repeating it would hurt

I'm sitting on this couch, wrist bloody

And a fridge and some broccoli

And i'm dizzy and spinning

Hoping that he's listening

And i don't think homes

And nasty remains and bones

Haha, i'm on the grind, niggas know the time

Their mind repeating the disrupting crime,

And inhospitable,

No one notice your struggle