This is a song about "Our way"

I ain't got no muthafuckin' daddy, he ain't teach me shit

I see our lives faded, as we search for our david/

But keep them cigarettes away

Commanding things to be my way

Oh i gotta face the day

U feel sum type of way,

Whatever comes your way

Take me away away

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

That's why they salty every where i swear its like a snow day

Every time i walk inside the house, she always tend to start shit

I thought about our last kiss, how it felt the way you tasted

Your our provider

I said i'm hurting her

White trash, people used to say, step out of our way, go play

I got the cookie-cutter, mami the pepper spray