This is a song about "There they are"

Lord knows that four door fit eight women

There are always signs? my friend left none,

Please, just peep the crystal method where

Theres no escaping once they have you there

We missed you on the charts last week, damn, that's right you wasn't there

You're raps are bare there's nothin there, real rhymes are rare

Matter fact i dreamed that i lived twice

And remember when there are lows there are highs

Though my credits are slept, my ambition the best

I swear someones there, are you a scared?

There sickos out of they minds,

Got a flock full of dimes

Look, now roll my j tight

Behind a smile there they hide,

Cause you're not my wife, bitch you're a stand for this night

They are snakes they are, fake they tryna take away our pride,