This is a song about "They prefer the drummers"

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

I didn't blow 'till i started talking a gang of shit, tell me who you prefer

They tested with stress that they under

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Cause you're dumb like the rich people prefer doing his dollar sum.

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

They keep stealin', they can't stop the burglary

For those whey no fit dey fix son

Verse 3(i prefer this one):

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

They share the same bed, instead of happiness they prefer dread

They prefer to go to parties or participate in shootings

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings