This is a song about "One opp an our"

How you killing my highs i hope you built the coffin

I think one is an orphan. and one had an abortion

I just wanna have an exhilerating purpose, i think i got one

And they ain’t fucking with the kid like chris hansen in the kitchen

An hour away makes our day

She say she fucking with me the long way

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Undetectable pounding of our hearts beating as one to the core

And all we lack is communication like service sucks

No not the heiress just one from an escort service

Y'all think we got diamonds? one percent of our population,

Apprehend a couple men, triple six is fuckin' sin