This is a song about "All about us"

So you can see why they mad, look at they status

All the apostles that tried to preach us

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Say you could tell us all about it, no you couldn’t g,

They think all us archetypes

They say we living in troubled times

Truth hurts but it helps us all

By the phone, no call

I think about us and this god-forsaken town

Suckas is talking like i ain't still around

All you bitches under us moving like numerators,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

I'm eternally grateful for all that they be saying for us.

Gotta get back to the d, you know we finally famous

All the fucking hyenas probably call us aliens

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