This is a song about "Trusted baton"

Discarded by who i trusted

Lobsters and shrimp im good

No less profit, themed when we drop shit

Foes are rusted no ones trusted

Troublesome niggahahaha, troublesome 19-motherfuckin'-96let it be known nigga

Fucking baton i'm whack, i'm ill, i ain't the nigga to fuck wit, put you in a

Feels like the niggas i fuck with can't be trusted

And get a hall pass for this class-act shit

To be trusted with, 'cuz if we bust then and we blow the fuse,

You gotta pay attention in order to pay dues

Your tires gone missing so you go get your baton

And i'm eating up they croutons, erica to milan

Bird gangs, it was birds i flew

I only ever trusted you

From baton rouge i done did it go ahead admit it i'mma the shit hey

Shine up on your soul to keep you safeand all the homies that done passed away