This is a song about "Someone that passed away"

Crime and poverty? what do y'all think? we passed that shit?

Influencing your decisions i can't even get a minute

Someone once told me that a picture speaks a thousand words

Make your bitches' therapist ask for dental records

But i wrote so much i think that we should get passed that

Money in a bag, stones be yellow as a cat

But for that brief minute reality goes away,

P.s hey, how long will they mourn you? forever and a day

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

They wanna jack me like some kind of crackfiendi wonder if he knows that my income

And my niggas say

That i'll be going away

To even care that i'm fading away/

She sit up at her desk on perez all day