This is a song about "For all we know we may never meet again"

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

Cuz we can do this shit all over again.

Ran with the local crew and had a smoke or twoand i realize momma really paid the price

We never meet in real life,cause i make you quit rapping like vanilla ice

My pride is gone, i'm that guy like aaron hall

Just know that we will fight for rights when battling them all

Make them more insecure when they caught one

But we all know its an illusion

And i ain't never left

And we may not be perfect

You're in the kitchen trying to fix us a hot plate

And we gotta stay and pray for 'em, may sound strange but wait

Talk about i'm a buster? you're just a fake ass sucker, wannabe usher, with a stutter.

We may never be together.. i'd rather die and degrade in the gutter than see her smile for another/

Hope all over again, we can't start

And my bank account look just like a phone card