This is a song about "Standing up for ourselves"

See ourselves adorned in coats, collars, and ties

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Waiting for me to fuck up

And the governor couldn’t give one fuck

Fuck you post-drake-ass cliche-jerking, la-slauson rapping

Told me i was going to grow up to be a prostitute standing

You are water wild so i guess your pussy empty

People standing in line, waiting for a chance to berate me

You finally got right? no longer a black sheep

Thank my self and floyd, for standing on my feet

We just gotta make sure we're ourselves then we do em/

And if you not convinced keep on promotin' them

Banging out niggas with attitude

He's probably standing on your stoup..

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Apologizing for the worst, but they don't care, standing still will get them