This is a song about "The few niggas left"

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

87. left on the pavement,

Never ever pay rent

With the rest who are left

The rest left get humiliated

Me, wale, so hard - as shit

Given her the tlc i'll never creep then

Few can see the mirrored box surrounding them,

I'm a 417 with a bulletproof vest

Take the exit, the nearest left

The blast a few seeds up in your coochie

Once as a slave who imagined being free