This is a song about "No no we are not those"

Tatted upt.y.g.a. basically gotta cremate me cause i'm fly 'til i die

Maybe so, there is no laying low, we all part of the show, are y'all catching my

There's no guarantee, it's not up to me, we can only see/

Particularly, these bitches that's inner ugly and outer pretty

Those words are real not crack,

She always comin back

Damn, why they take another soldier?i load my clip before my eyes blurry, don't worry

Now that i have kept this beast, so why not let up, no longer enemies, we can be,

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

As deep as dawson's creek and shit

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

I dont know what those are, dont ring no bells

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

*angel* hell no, eric, those goals are generic,

What's the deal with the nets though

I not chasing no hoe