This is a song about "Our cay"

A criminal grind mean hustle

Welcome to our carnival

Expanding our chances

Don’t you be holding back, your love

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

... that our existence is troubled

If you ever feel alone and

If you still gon' be on some crooked-ass nigga shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

When you ask for our help it will be our payback

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Celebrated , there we put our

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

Dad wasn't around -- my father figure was too short