This is a song about "We are fighting dreamers"

Have amazing conversation while we flying, i ain't lying

Are you possessed writing or obsessed fighting i digest like biting

Are the poor and sick and tired who've been fighting too long,

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

Niggas say i'm loco

Are we living or dead bro

That ass is fat baby ain't no way to hide your frame

Now we fighting like undertaker and kane

They think they are fighting for religion but its wealth for what they fought....

Keep wifey in la perla and don't you ask her what that tori cost

I'm in my other car

Just because of who we are,

"man, why do you keep trying why the fuck are you fighting"

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

Inside we are coming in a

Our children must be taught, of africa