This is a song about "Zac and zac"

Misogyny and homophobia, guns and crimes and,

But if a nigga catch a nut bet he feel different

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

, iffy and pitiful , shitty and beautiful,

And stop playing hide and seek,

And we stumpinbut can't catch the beat

Coldest clothes, bankrolls and hoes, and o's and o's, alone and cold,

I remember when i used to bust a mack with my eyes closed

And don't ever (and don't ever)

Life is a bitch so a g can't sweat her

Then to try to chase these men

And get it again and again

This how i hear it different

Social conditioning and

And kill yourself and your clique

Redan road, that’s my street