This is a song about "The unlucky"

Funny but unlucky that,

That’s real shit, it’s bigger than rap

The replacement of the word "mother"

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

But unlucky me, all the homos still thought that i was queer,

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Choking on them white boys make a black panther

Reminisce the times and the laughter

And erase my number out the phones of these fake hoes

In the field of the damned, the only sentries are the crows.

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

You’re the plastic, i’m the passion and the magic in the air

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair