This is a song about "The sharper we are"

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Roll the whole mountain, now i’m on the couch bent

And realize the problems we face are all related

Ghetto whip you lisa like your margerie and homer's kid

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

My rhymes are sharper then a dagger/

And if i'm down with this banging shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

That i'd, never ever ever go broke

Heating up like may weather, dog i'm on that floyd shit

Ya we are the craziest motherfuckers on the planet

East coast, still them w's just raised up for real

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal