This is a song about "We are everything"

Mom and dad are on my dick bout everything i fucking do

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you

No, no, we are not those

I gotta teach hoes

Are feet as we keep going,

Let my angel sing

Young money, d-town's all star

Just because of who we are,

You just working with the scraps you was given

We are bred by consumerism

Still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

You need but now.. he ain't even takin care of you

I remember everything from the day we met too.

This one right here for polo

Are we living or dead bro