This is a song about "We are family"

This how i hear it different

We are on the fucking cusp

X's and o's, you must be the rose

No, no, we are not those

Yeah come holla at your uncle

Right now we are plentiful

We are a bung of goons,

Its cold as shit in this booth

That's what rains for

Now we are together

Until then, my feet planted on the ground, shadowboxing my conscience

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

From now on we must be like a family,

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

By bootin motherfuckers like a shootin star