This is a song about "Our time"

When i looked at you for the first time, it was just me and you in our own world

A sight of her face can calm my rage even if the world's weight was hurled/

Your our provider

Run for cover and return fire

In brazil, and this shit is real, got bad hoes and that whip appeal

It's been aligned throughout our time, prophecized just like ezekiel

The masses, every time our albums are so classic,

Put it on whatever bitch, me and spitta high as shit

We enjoyed our fucking time and survived so hop off

She so hysterical, she say my life ain't regular cause

Expanding our chances

Look, i'm back like niggas on a bus

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

I’m just saying they’re mad cause i don’t make much

Time and time again we're slaves to our crutch

Lying to yourself, all over an image