This is a song about "We are in this"

They know what we are, they lead on in these times/

Look, the illest bitch alive, reallest bitch alive

Your grind's feeble, i'm regal, really, i'm willy smith

It's like wars are started in this game, "sockin' bitches",

Dude my fists are weapons, shit is kept in, this aggression,

Look, i got no time for that type of connection

When we sleep, are we complete? is it the outside looking in?

I give him a helpin' hand, bring him out to thugz mansion

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Could you tell me where to go? i need direction

We are all just needles in the hay.

I was gonna write you a poem today

See dre did scotland and everybody jocked him

Fuckin with my emotions while we fuck in this motion

Tell em we'll never be but they settle for side bitches

At this point in time the wise of mind are feeling skittish