This is a song about "Ve"

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Beetle the skin on my female that's word to cee-lo she fine

Still i ve the money and there's nothing better than some weed..

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

We' ve got opportunities to create

Now i'm self made; and i'm high paid

Niggas clocking dollars don’t know how to read with mouths to feed

Cant the white man, understand, we won, we ve been freed

Gotta go, gotta goyeah baby, hahaha, it's check it out time

U feeling guilty like u ve done some crime.and u aint got that rhyme..

Fur for fur, baby; baby, you'll go stir crazy

I´ve got those scars on my wrist that nobody can see