This is a song about "We are"

When we sleep, are we complete? is it the outside looking in?

I'm trynna make a couple million off my ambition

Right now we are plentiful

As i light one for ill will

We are servants and god is our boss

Hoes show me love, niggas give me props

We feel that connection we are different from every pair

Baby i ain't liping, i just tend to keep my city there

I don't know, obviously i disappear

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Curl up like big worm when i drop

You're very attractive, and notice that

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

She can only live for the moment

We are on the fucking cusp