This is a song about "Ve"

Aiyyo i argue with my mother, spring, summer, fall, winter time

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

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

Swear to god man it ain’t a rhyme, i grind for a piece of mine

Livin' off ya dreams like christina uh-milian in the front seat

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

You's a fag, you like that shit, o.f. is the fucking clique

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

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

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

We' ve got opportunities to create

A million home sellers couldn't find a realer state