This is a song about "The clique"

And 5-0 they work for us, walk the beat

And kill yourself and your clique

Talk shit about the clique,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Don't attempt to contradict my clique, yeah we may be ignorant

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

Now all i am is alone

Choked the one on the throne

Let me enlighten you, i am the brightest of the youth

And the thirst, just the worst, it's the curse of the juice!

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

Let's get my enemies not knowing i'm coming back

And trying to get with me for props inside of my clique,

Daddy was a kingpin, a couple milli buried