This is a song about "The ones who came before"

Rub the wood and ima show em love

Know it's time for the red ones

Before they claim your last game when the fast came

Can't control the box, you are no mills lane

I'm bi-polar, women know a nigga ain't an enemy

The ones who wanted their family to have a little money

// [we're the ones who made you]

Don't you worry, just keep movin boo

// [we're the ones who made you]

Watching for the cops that's moving through

Aiyyo, them niggas from the three two, said i can't breeze through

Always call me weaser how about the best ones jocks their the ones who

Tell the lady in the liquorstore that she's forgiven, so come home

So i try to verse the worst one first before the dope ones try to steal my throne

This is known as a classic, yeah that chapped lips crack shit

Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.