This is a song about "We all collapsed"

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Where i collapsed barley able to maintain stability,

But we all got the same rights don't we?

We the 93 chicago bulls baby

Shawty my bait, she say she never scared

We all know that one person we detest

All the things we been through

You good man, we don't want you

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

We all a little racist, and we all have a preference

Issue your warrant, informant, bitch i’ve been a boss

All low life's thinking we are all superstars

Hands up, throw me up against the wall

Were we can grasp control of you all

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

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