This is a song about "Unjust members"

My nomo could be found in stores but the jersey only nomo got

Got up, voice says look up, surrounded by members of the native mob,

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Thats why i'm a crip, rid the world of unjust

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

It creates dead members of families

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

They fuckin' up my positivity, are they cult members?

Scare 'em to death, and caught them motherfuckers dampoh shit, 2pacalypse is back and strapped

To be emcees with no embers or members to represent, time to reprimand,

But let me thank destiny i'm still alive

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

Members only i'm cocky

I'mma live and die in cali