This is a song about "Are"

Who do you think you are

I know i've came so far

You are excess,you are nobody to me,you are stranger

Fuck yo bitch to the weekend, i ain't speaking bout that cd player

The engine in back of my car

When you know that you are

Skills are astronomical,

With a honey in the middle

If there’s a shining star

Just because of who we are,

So take the stage just show me what you got

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Fuck friends (as if they are)

With the goons i spar

Cutting me this worthless check

Skies are black, clouds are red