This is a song about "Syke that s the wrong number"

I bet this brother be a better oneif i upset you don't stress never forget

That’s why the paparazzi made that nigga hit his fucking head that’s what that fool get

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But i got two platinum artists, at the same damn time

I see that i am going through the wrong section

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

Baffled that it's a joke to some and we're the ones that are wrong

Police on your mama phone, talking bout your baby gone

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

Like s b meets the wutang, gotta get that creamery

Headband endo, ya'll ain't ready

For that j number three

And before the sun came up, he was gone

I'm worried about the things that could go wrong.