This is a song about "Our"

Poke out from behind her

Your our provider

I'm tryna find life's meaning up in this patron

Work everyday for the praises, our work our haven

How simple they are

Your our provider

Flower bomb detonator iv tech in route

And our strains as our veins begin to pop out

Working hard for our families till theirs nothing left in our lungs

And we way too young to know love, maybe not but we don't need no rush

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

How we trust 'em with our guns, where's our freedom and liberty,

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

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

Cause i been drinkin till the point that i'm a dizzy rap

When you ask for our help it will be our payback