This is a song about "The aftermath"

Now son is the only onegrows up in adoption homes

Just caught in the aftermath, the trash of many past middle-class drones

I was signed to aftermath after the fact

Just think of all the people that you knew in the past

That makes threemy laywers getting cash up the ass

Thats a fact/none regard the aftermath

We the motherfucking best, word to my mama

So call the coroner or the mortician for the the

Intendent attend them, cool cause

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Pouring liquor for my niggas that was killed, send em back

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

It's the aftermath of wiping off the jokers grin

A single mother with a problem child, daddy free

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly