This is a song about "Wetting ones self"

It ain't where i been

I'm no ones admission

// [we're the ones who made you]

The boa know they loving the crew

Ran outside to see the big show

The other ones narrow,

But i need your faith in me, i'm a sucka for love

Tranquilizer guns fertilizing these soiled ones

It's obvious i'm crazy

Watch the ones that are shady,

For real, a nigga ill

The knowledge of my self still

To heaven's door -- shed so many tears

Texting my mama current self

No yo never have so stop pickin on the little ones

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love