This is a song about "The opps"

Few chips, i get out n' spray

The key is the only way

The fiends supply the shady

These niggas is lazy

Hope it's just not there, got to many hair, opps just started with a prayer

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

From the womb, my newborn child

In the face of the outside.

Im the one waring the mussel,

I'm like roots, you a new shovel

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

What's the point? what's the reason?

I've seen dreams turn dust, cause he made them

You want the pain move from the past to the

They infiltrate our homes, africa