This is a song about "We"

Went to sleep at seven never woke up from the dream

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

For a fucking shrink, sheesh, i already got mine

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

We goin out we showin up

But we so poor, we got no door,

Then the world ain't no trick no more

So here i am at the store for some chips

We think, we write, we give our reasons

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Outstanding clout, what up greg street

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

Killa never let the drama slide

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/