This is a song about "All about us"

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

The boa know they loving the crew

Coz all of us are gonna kill you

Shake your hair like them track ain't coming out

Telling truth.its what its all about.

But they all claimin that they need us

Cause this nigga done got jealous

Bitch, they call it motor city

Thot it was about me all about me

In this industry that kicked us about in the streets

Goin crazy, i might be no sleep having light dreams

They say we living in troubled times

They think all us archetypes

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,