This is a song about "Our"

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

And that's reallife that i was aimed to belove by my family tree

Their failure's our shame

I got that goodman game

And, i passed with flying colors cause i studied more than others

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Cause in 16 years, you let your kid down the existence, none

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Violence in our minds through our spines makes us levitate,

It's way too lateand if i got to die young then it's just my fate

Since napster the sales been crashin' and

... that our existence is troubled

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Waterspoutin our despicable

Shout out them strippers who hustle