This is a song about "Our"

Their failure's our shame

Imma make it rain

You can't act like no bitch that only got tyler perry famous

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

Watch over our trendy seeds

Don't nobody move when we walk tha streets

Cause even thugs get lonely, understand

We teach our future our past

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Selling us our own chains. confuse our wants with our needs,

I'm gettin discouraged with her

Your our provider

Your our provider

Just to let you know, you are

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

Something like serena mixed with trina, have you seen her