This is a song about "Our life"

Petty raises, life hastens, we're stuck at our stations

Oooo your booty so thick behind them juicy ass lips

I’m a bad boy, bitch, ask puff, sip ciroc its my last cup

And it’s the hard knock life, but still we keep our head up

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

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

K'naan and wale got money in the bank

We teach our future our past

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

Petty raises, life hastens, we're stuck at our stations

Check me i be jumping out the coupe, swagger through the roof

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

Your our provider

I thought i recognized her

And we was poor, but our life chances weren't better than yours,

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books