This is a song about "Rudyard kipling we and they"

If you ain't talkin' dollars then i don't see where you comin' from

Everybody got they problem, and we here tryna solve 'em.

And they didn't realize till we grad jew ay tad

I'm paramount, nigga, i am, and you can't be mad

They think that we are defected

Young money motherfucker we the shit

I ain't really famous but the ladies need my picture though

They peek while they're asleep and then they sneak it in, (whoops, there we go!)

But we still smoke and we still fuck

If not, dogg, i'm choking the slut

Once as a slave who imagined being free

We ain't ready, but they rarely

With a home girl, best friend, lover, all that

And they didn't realize till we grad jew ay tad

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk

Believing what they say yeah we pretty consistent