This is a song about "Our second life"

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

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

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

Life is a bitch; our relationship sucks, but i'm not ending it.

I got six clips to the fuckin' duct tape

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Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

No failed romances, no second glances,

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

And her little baby daughter really love them harry potter books

We crack jokes about life, our moms, and brother's chicken,

And put your ankles in some boards and pissy water for fun

Doin twenty to life in san quentingettin calls from my nigga mike tyson, ain't nuttin nice

Maybe to stop the design that is enshrined for niggas who don't give a damn about our life

Looking at our plaque gives me my life back

The jager in my cup is licorice black