This is a song about "Tre de trigga"

De ja vouz, i could vision my killa crew, more hospitable, consciously

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Still a hobbit and like sauron's eye, you'll taste de foot

Fakes try to put me on de-frost, they be glossed,

Cause my mother let me do what i want