This is a song about "Someone that passed away"

But the fifteen credits had a nigga off track

Someone tell these motherfuckers that hop is back!

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray

And all those brave rappers who fought and they passed away,

Former things are passed away i believe in all of these words for it to come

Probably banging in your sister with my children swimming in her system

I try and try and try but always fail to get away, from my storm cloud.

Oh i got it, i'll just set my car on fire, say someone stole it while i passed out,

So, i just need someone to talk to, kinda rushed

How does it make you feel that they’ve passed away? c’mon just

That i'll be noticed by someone

Make them more insecure when they caught one

From the cage bein held pounded stored away till someone says somthin it

It's hard to live out atlanta with out makin' this a habit

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

Cuz we grew up on that bro code and are so loyal its way passed what ya know.