This is a song about "We are anonymous"

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Pawning my chain in the shop

Ain't no women at the shows

No, no, we are not those

We are exactly like one another,

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Are we living or dead bro

Dig, these niggas is fake joe

Me and shockin & anonymous

Trying to get back to this thing called love

My all gold rolly or the

Inside we are coming in a

We are on the fucking cusp

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

And where we've come and how we still have to go really far