This is a song about "We are in this"

Through the grapevine yeah they diss diss

Are not really that different in this,

Your a fraction of what we are well cut you in two

Miss couldn't get them jimmy choos cause tuition is due

Sinkin' ships are dying, we participated in past movements,

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Treble like the radio cause everything was fair play

What are we to do when our days are in a deep grey?

Playing field ain't levelling the lane

Wish we could go back in this time frame

Came from humble beginnings now its nothing but ends

But this time we are only going to be "friends"

The answer is the lord like saturday night fever

In this arena we in it's a tempermental heater

But if you took a second mr. mirror, you would see

Just engraved are group in this humid industry,