This is a song about "Why did fed"

Yet i do admit, i understand why he did it.

Stuntin' for the fuck of it, i ain't with the sucka' shit

Why did that organizer die? well it was something he said,

They ain’t sleeping until they know every customer fed

Thinking why did they have the right.

Got bitches on mollies, they rollin' all night

A military mind mean money

Why did you have to attack me,

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

But then why did i have to take on my own and somebody else's troubles,

So why did they take you that's the question

Riding around with ms. reece and them

Getting paid off our operation we ain't even doctors

Why did they do that deed why did they lead an attack on two towers

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

But y'all wonder why there's very little peace, we're fed up,