This is a song about "Swollen members"

You ain't gettin' dough, don't even come around them

Pockets loaded, infected, lookin swollen

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

Members only i'm cocky

On they twitter writing novels, see

Like you gotta bad case o' the sinus in your swollen head this the end

When you next to medo you wanna test me ?put your tired head on my chest

I keep my friends close, enemies closer, fuck both, i dont trust no one

A mentally virgin emergin, pullin through as my hearts swollen

To be emcees with no embers or members to represent, time to reprimand,

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son

Slow-mo i'm choking these rodents / until they're swollen and broken