This is a song about "The sharper we are"

Everybody judging off a single i ain't even pick

And realize the problems we face are all related

We are leaving behind the presence of mind

I got a line downstairs ma, i'm in the grind

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

Ahhhh, shitwe gonna taste the powerwe started the thug trend

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

We are having the time of our lives

Nowadays usually it's his pockets

Y'all riddles don't tickle a bit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

And she looking for them trees, baby we got some

Life is a pyramid, and we are trapped at the bottom

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

The gangsters are scared of upsetting they industry masters