This is a song about "Our cay"

Your our provider

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

Now let me start by sayin my dad is betta than most others,

Staring at our figures

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Watch over our trendy seeds

Livin like a thief, runnin through the streets

Expanding our chances

Always knew where the pot was

And that i spent the night with her

Celebrated , there we put our

Don't pay for that, double-mg nigga brag about

And our strains as our veins begin to pop out

Shout out my nigga miles

Covering our behinds.