This is a song about "Our cay"

Poke out from behind her

Your our provider

Celebrated , there we put our

Just blink twice and i’m there where you are

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

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

Crooked cops got a nigga scared to drive

Covering our behinds.

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

People be tellin' me i need me an african woman

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

A first rounder, y'all don't want a russell

Welcome to our carnival

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

Ha, i'm super freaky, no top on the ghini, no flaw in my diamonds