This is a song about "The boos"

But that throat she got have a nigga stuck

Lots of drugs and boos in his cup

Across the face of the earth

So you finally got the nerve

Saw the bombs on the news

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

A nigga just got paid and we still was broke

Here's the answer and the antidote:

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

And i can't help but stare, cause

If you stop crying, you can hear all the boos

Niggas mostly assume, niggas make up they news

The more battles the better the flows

Ever wonder exactly where the sun goes

As the king upon the throne

Smoke one stack straight to my dome