This is a song about "Our"

There has to be a place better than this, in heaven

It ain't no shame in our game we do our thing son

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

That's gon' make it hard to smile in the futurebut through whatever you see

Who crawls deep inside our mind, takes our faults and takes our triumphs

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Expanding our chances

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

The unconditional love that we share for our families and our mothers

Their failure's our shame

See dog? rap is my aim

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Waterspoutin our despicable

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Cause i hella copped em so i could be way flyer than all them