This is a song about "Our cay"

Talking of the gods you serve

Staring at our figures

I cop weed for less of a percentage than i fucking plot seeds

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

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

... that our existence is troubled

Niggas hate us, but we famous so i never blame them

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

We teach our future our past

It's ironic cause i always hear you talking about one

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

Life was diggin’ me deeper, i kept on coming up short

Which gave me the opportunity of standing out straight on my feet above others

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers