This is a song about "We are gangsters"

Wanted to go skate, can't, now my day is borin', damn

Office full gangsters, prankster never know the span

Just because of who we are,

6 o's pay for my car

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

Cause yo ass got me fiending for ya so far

And i know that you're open

We are on a great run

And let them lames get your old number

We are exactly like one another,

Account the amount we are paid

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Still knock them out the park like a fucking tow car

Everywhere we go, people know who we are

Bad bitches never loved them though

Are we living or dead bro