This is a song about "We are fighting dreamers"

She got cold feet, my love will be the sun, get it done

We was fighting for the system, shut up and listen

We not fighting for our country, we fight for greed

Chasing for the wind but you never win the track meet

And these shape-shifting hoes

No, no, we are not those

The white and black are fighting back, explode like space comets,

Go and get it motherfucker, if you murder kids

Then i blow, i’ma close out the par

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Double m g forever though

Are we living or dead bro

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Are you possessed writing or obsessed fighting i digest like biting