This is a song about "We are in this"

Why are we immersed in a theory of heaven?

I'm bout to stick the whole game up with no gun

Look, they gon love me for my ambition

This crooked n' possessed world we living in

Passion in rapping a blessing to even see this

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

But it don't matter i'm a cool shot

In this world we walk hot, stand atop,

My dough in flipmode, what up to busta rhymes

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

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

Remember this face, save me a place, in thug's mansion

Five-star dishes, food for thought bitches

Are not really that different in this,

When we pass the grass and know this like we know your raps are trash,

You fucking dead bitch chips, i'm on my fifth bag with your bitch ass