This is a song about "Unjust members"

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

Even now i keep a frown when i come arounddon't ask me about tha past

I ain't hating on you, rock them shines

Lost men on front lines, crossed by unjust crimes.

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

I'm trynna beat up every beat until my feet at the top

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

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

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Let me rideuntil i get free

Members only i'm cocky

Right back on my feet, i swear i'd never leave

It creates dead members of families

Don't fuck around and make it truemy adversaries crumble

A poetic criminal being unjust toward the minimal.