This is a song about "We are explisict"

We are servants and god is our boss

A hell of motherfucking road blocks

We are bred by consumerism

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

What else we are soppused to

What preceded was the clue

Ex-boyfriend was wack, she had enough of all that

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

All dem niggas gonna hate

Account the amount we are paid

Your gonna be on top nigga

Inside we are coming in a

You couldn't live your life for the moment

We are on the fucking cusp

That we are not a lone

Music that y'all condone