This is a song about "Something for the ridas"

For something to kill with your power a will

Get my fill on with this grandmother named jill

I just get so deep into it, searching for something intimate

Whole team full of og’s packing fo-fo’s on the hip hip

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

The dream is just something important

About to have another baby, like a rose from the concretegrowing within, blessed with twins

Everybody judge you for being something, never can get free from the hate and violence

So ain't no future fuckin' youi ain't tha bitch ta love yacan't do a damn thang for you

For that that strict literary review, but at the end of the day its just something to work through

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I wanna spit something to have an impact for once

Walkin' up and talkin' lies, you want something for free?

And all women who had light features, see

Looking for something more,

Who did it before