This is a song about "Fault in our strars"

I decided my pride is just why i resist

It was my fault in the end,so don't take any guilt

Poison in our veins

High: that's why they call us planes

....i sware this is not my fault....

Competition on the court

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

Our unit storms in, we split the ghetto in sectors

Got our middle fingers in the air,

Cause a nigga main joint wanna do my hair

And i don't rely on no bitches

It's our fault that they're like this

Killa i roller cheese blazed, high as fuck and feelin' great

Violence in our minds through our spines makes us levitate,