This is a song about "Our world"

We like to stay in our own holy huddles, just putting the rest of the world in

With this old half a man, yaknowhati'msayin?i ain't tryin to put you in a position

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

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

Guess our trends dose and our melodies closure

And you’re girl working out, i let my niggas train her

I said alright, enthused that my lord gave a listen

Killing our dreams, stealing our vision

We teach our future our past

I'll get to em when i land

I pull up in that 'rari with them other ones

We came to this world with knowing our consequences

Expanding our chances

On the slow jam of love

We were livin' the cold world, ever since our birth no remedy

Now you stuck up in my mothafucking basement all bloody