This is a song about "We are explisict"

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

I'm back on my sixty six six shit

That we are not a lone

Gotta handle your own

Inside we are coming in a

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

And these shape-shifting hoes

No, no, we are not those

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

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

Now we are together

I don’t care where ya are

Your bitch like to suck a nigga up until she choke

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,