This is a song about "The lost boys of sudan"

Retarded bitches, making lists of boys like christmas,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

No top on mine, niggas gonna hate, man fuck them guys

Lost the glimmer of light that was always present in my eyes.

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

The old boys' club in an all-boys school

With my hand under oath, i recite these quotes

It's the rise of the reaper, collecting lost souls,

Cry, die, tie, then sigh from relief from bottling up too much grief ever since

Lost in the lack of appropriate answers to my many simple questions,

Its been a long summer, and i've been on my grind

The future of the world lost in someone else’s mind,