This is a song about "Niggas fighting each other"

I’m at the altar sayin’ my vows, to this benjamin franklin pile

Our love for each other was about to just about too expire

Depression, confession, ascension we share with each other

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

As you're running in circles you get mixed up with each other

My mouth is like the sewer, yeah yeah i keep it gutter

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

We love each other, nothin' subtle, be like fuckin' brothers,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

It says in that paper book that we should love each other,

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

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

Your wrists don't glist, get the pots out baby

We should listen to each other, you and me.

Other niggas got the jitters

We just trynna be winners