This is a song about "Our rap"

Covering our behinds.

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

Homie popped up with about twenty bags and

We teach our future our past

Celebrated , there we put our

You told me god was the answer

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

Our love was still there but our minds were lost

Cause my mother let me do what i want

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Waterspoutin our despicable

Make the fingers snap

Still unravelling rap

I'm so pure, so sick it's no cure

Lets eat and rap with our mouths full,