This is a song about "Our"

Who endorse them, should pull the plug and stick a fork in them

Trying to live our lives like our lives are so golden

Our debt is crazy because our money is just printed numbers

I ain't here to tell no stories or to bore you with a shit verse

Watch over our trendy seeds

Get grand slam fans out of they seats

... that our existence is troubled

8 in the morning when that street clock bust

I don't know.. what you're lookin' for

Your our provider

It's real dog, i live in the fire

Your our provider

I'm from the tin shacks where mishaps get fixed fast

We teach our future our past

Violence in our minds through our spines makes us levitate,

Go ahead admit it faggot, this shit is tighter than butt rape