This is a song about "The sharper we are"

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Whoa yo, yo.. no homo, i'm not gay, faggot

We are on the fucking cusp

Put the purp in the blunt

My rhymes are sharper then a dagger/

Yeah, they call me country grammar

When we sleep, are we complete? is it the outside looking in?

So i proceed to make gs, eternally in my mission

Odell beckham we are the giants/

I'm trying to grow for you, if you can take love

Shit i represent is killin' niggas and shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

Maybe later on i'll give you a phone call