This is a song about "Our crushes"

Your our provider

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

Waterspoutin our despicable

A criminal grind mean hustle

Yea and this is something to think about

And our strains as our veins begin to pop out

Wonder how shit like the qu'ran and the bible was written

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

And i'm the same, on e'erything i love, or everything i love

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

That's what rains for

Your our provider

Celebrated , there we put our

"contemplate", i wrote about her