This is a song about "We are"

I like bitches in air maxes without socks

We are servants and god is our boss

No, no, we are not those

Jay rock got flows

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Fuck you cop, you can nibble my cock

Account the amount we are paid

If i die before i wake

Never break, took a break though

Are we living or dead bro

What else we are soppused to

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

We are on a great run

And i listen to common