This is a song about "Soiled it"

You ask me who i'm stroking now

Check it in, do it anyhow

Because there ain't no coming back from that

Hear it, endear it, believe it.

Got her sayin' you be killin' that shit

You hear it, might as well endear it or fear it.

You think you're in it, to win it,

Kendrick lamar, his momma called him that

Stop it, drop it, because i shot it.

Foolish, i be on that new shit

Twists it, turns it, beats it, burns it, tortures us in silence

Black on black nikes that represent the lifeless lives

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

Only feel sorry for crack babies and rape victims