This is a song about "Are"

Fuck friends (as if they are)

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Are you stupid or are you polluted?

Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doin good

Thunderstorm while u are

'bout to get my other car

Kings are clashing and storm storms are slashing

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

You get close but no cigar

Blessed to be who they are

Others are cocksuckers, and the rest are blind/

Go on, look for a better nigga: girl you can’t find

When you know that you are

I'm in my other car

Make the front popand hit the three wheel motion

Thoughts are provoking, these thoughts are a commotion