This is a song about "We are explisict"

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

And tired of his shit and tries to just split

We are bred by consumerism

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

If you was, i would climb every other stair, i gotta stare

We feel that connection we are different from every pair

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

I swear these bitches look up to me like i'm doing here

Are feet as we keep going,

Hold it, keep rolling

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Try and pull me over, i will not stop