This is a song about "Our cay"

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

Celebrated , there we put our

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

As i stare at the ceiling fan, as a fan of these wicked streets

Waterspoutin our despicable

Rack city, rack city she need a shovel

Watch over our trendy seeds

In private, not public in the streets

And i just want to hold her

Your our provider

And i don't need no center or guard to get him open

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

I could spend a whole damn advance on some kicks and some pants son