This is a song about "We are anonymous"

Lady at the frank stand will

Right now we are plentiful

Are feet as we keep going,

Why not me the same thing

Word to shawn corey, and you know what i am doing

Remaining anonymous, strapped atop a spring/

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

Infatuated with becoming a relevant star

No, no, we are not those

Like a line full of hoes

Had to say it twice, its gettin' late

Account the amount we are paid

They think that we are defected

When they feel safe on some bitch shit

We are a bung of goons,

And still got my nike boots