This is a song about "Ys were always ready"

For why things were always in a cycle

If they startcuz it's all about survival

But still how you niggas i get jacks on the first

But you were always a soul that was tortured.

Knowing you can no longer party

You were the one that always made me see.

I always felt even though we were barely middle class,

But anyway, give me cash fag, cause i'm low on gas

Are you ready for war? bitch i'm ready for more

And it's 2 clips, i get out to play for

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

That you were never, any good for me, it was always my fault, i used to believe,

We was so young,but we were ready to fight

And i like my marijuana bright

Just cause you change what you pitching, don’t make the difference

You better be ready when my sleeves are down are were swinging fists