This is a song about "Victims of violence"

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Yeah months in every night she's in tears

//for racial violence victims labeled as gangster thugs

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Number of victims run off the page/

Yeah, i'm close minded, and never gon' change

We all just victims of that thug life

And you ask twitter why you getting fake guys

I was like a young simba couldn’t wait to be the king

He had many losses in a land of violence gleaming.

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Fuckin' squirrel, bet his girl still buy the tape though

It’s an endless cycle, of drugs and violence,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years