This is a song about "We"

We showin up, we blow the dutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village

We will hack and cough till we choke

I put it down your throat

If i don’t make it, then somebody tell my son screen

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

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

And all that deep shit i was previously down for

We got money so we ball out

Might even know how hard it is, no doubt

Still the man with the pan

We may snooze when we can

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

Let me rideuntil i get free

We started this, we gotta finish it/

Moms really getting mad when i call you that