This is a song about "We are a gang and we are all family we ride and die for each other we don t sneak diss we also don t take hand me down hoes"

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

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

We are the chosen ones and it's time for our exodus/

That's word to my mom

We in the mob im the don,

We apart. i feel we never met we never set or come near each other. we can

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man

We all human and we all have a prejudice

I put you over my money, all of my nice kicks

They'd probably find me in the woods hanging from a rope

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

All you heard is aye-pext don t hit me no more/

That fire flow the finest women i adore

Trying to get you hot and wet you know jacuzzi that shit

And realize the problems we face are all related