This is a song about "Scarcity"

Thirsty hoes, and its a drought

I gotta little clout

We begin to fight in dearth*

Talking about the god you serve

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

You headin' to his car for some taxi pass by, can't hold back tears inside

They just want to be feared

Stuck, killed, mugged, milled

The items is all they want

Red dots cause i’m red hot

My bitches bad, these niggas mad, i guess it's just what the fame brings

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

Call me a terrorist all you want

Cause i, am feeling this deep down in my heart