This is a song about "We"

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

We getting paid like we knew we would

We dated, we broke up

Ummmm yes, we don't stand in the club

When thugs crynow i lay me down to sleep

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

We think, we write, we give our reasons

To see me and my chicks in dkny kicks

We ball on top we ride till we die,

You need to hit the door, search for a new guy

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Yeah, red bottoms, she ain't trying to dance

My balance be so tight rope

We will hack and cough till we choke