This is a song about "The few niggas left"

In the next few bars, i will briefly express my complaint

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

A few lines on the loose leaf

L o u d air i breathe

Me and my dogs we on the same flight

Left her outta the limelight

With the rest who are left

Hold up yea we the best

I'm like the glue to my crew, the undead few

Ay though i love you hate that bitch that's always with you

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Me and a few mates,pinging through the park and jumping a few gates

Just regret the fact that i left too soon

Her mother deftly left the room,