This is a song about "We"

We thought we were one but we was really two/

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

I ain't worried bout shitbitch i'm the shit

We started this, we gotta finish it/

Fistful of wood, twisted for the good

We getting paid like we knew we would

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

Maybe they know him better, or i don't know no better

Plenty smoke, plenty rolled

We never lived in one place we roamed.

We ball on top we ride till we die,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky

We apart. i feel we never met we never set or come near each other. we can

Cause i done suffered so much, i'm feelin' shell-shockedand driveby's an everyday thang

It ain't where i been

We out here we touring