This is a song about "Because you cant fuck with us"

Backing up, like juvenile biggest fan was a moving truck

And if you think i cant fuck with whoever put your money up

Your bitch likely tricking off and bruising up her knees

I hope not because i cant be dealing with little babies,

In a turtle neck, thermal jeans, spit purple wine

Like the mayans fuck us over with short time

Damn, they wanna label me a menace

Me n my team you just cant stop us,

I'm an eskimo, nigga, i got cold bars

But you cant catch us homie we flipping speed bon bons

You cant make a dime with your raps

He just get her bigger bags