This is a song about "What are those"

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Ain't you seen kendrick's lines? those are unreal!

For this, i thank the lord

Those are your wounds this is the salt

That i will leave earth with her

Those days are fucking over

Those seconds are precious like hours

Still found a way to get pretty ass girls

Are your hands still shaking? are those aids?

I slumped, in my chair and my grades

You have to understand those bakers are not only here to bake

Control our mental states, settle down and set it straight

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

All those who wanna diss me are traitors to the regime