This is a song about "We are"

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

And california on that jerk shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Big money, i’m talking bad hoes

No, no, we are not those

I don't trust no one

We are on a great run

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Before you sign, you’ll be blind if you’ve been broke

And your son was born with cancer and he live in urgent care

We feel that connection we are different from every pair