This is a song about "We are freinds"

Sk for dinner and forget to floss

We are servants and god is our boss

We dig the plot and never bury pot

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

I'm just expectin' the spectator's respect here

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

And still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

We feel that connection we are different from every pair

But he push them whites in the hood like ray edmond was there

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Don't come around hurr on that floss shit

Put the purp in the blunt

We are on the fucking cusp