This is a song about "They re"

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

On re up, need strips in cases

Always knew where the pot was

- his re-up on the dope made him broke.. i'm sellin it

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

In time we learned to live a life of crime

Had to re align and not resign

Making his own fucking beats, covers, videos and all that shit

Would be able to take the whole culture and re-upholstery it

I just think we need one night, can't decide if i came right

Re-write till my words perfectly are what you recite,

I start over, and re-write my rappin urges, but they still treat it like a shit//

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that