This is a song about "Could be us"

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

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

It was simple, it was a really easy choice,

Mom and dad did everything they could for us boys.

So bitches hate to do me like it's convict community service

I'll be brief, they deceived us, told us lies when they should have believed us

Boy you know ill smoke you out

Wish that i could be allowed

Probably be they my capture us

I've got muslims calling on jesus

My nickname could be trouble.

The world is so typical

Of all that i could do, and how happy you could be

Double mg pays me, fuck with me, you crazy

Everything that is to be suspected from us,

Stacey dash type, i'm cheatin' and they clueless