This is a song about "Assholes love each other"

We were created to find each other

See, i like the person that you are

Racks on racks, our campaign strong, and yc like my brother

It's poor whites and poor blacks, still they hate each other,

Its a shame what people say to offend each other

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

I know that we cared about each other a lot

Aiyyo cam before the cops rush, close the spot

I ain't bitter my nigga, i respect your position

All looking at each other like we're wearing animal skin!

We were created to find each other

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Our vision for each other after all this was altered

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word