This is a song about "So many gone"

So many selfish people

Cause it doesn't seem really as simple

Why has she gone so distant

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

So many memories, that she cries about

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

But we still real brothers

So many amateurs

So many massacres, suiciders and arsonists

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

I'm falling victim to a revolutionary song

Cause they trip on me cause im so smoked im prolly gone.

Aha you got so many jokes

Give me black bitches, white hoes, new clothes

I shed so many tears

A coward dies a thousand deaths