This is a song about "We are invincible"

The proverbial lemonade that i made

Account the amount we are paid

We are on a great run

A real wonder woman

One time for the 305, though

Are we living or dead bro

We are bred by consumerism

There's nothin' like where i come from

They cunts think that we are weak

But i'm not worried

Not invincible, forgets sets, syllables.

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

Weekend trippin to wherever, only heaven is far

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

Physical frail but on the mic is invincible

When i talk about money all you see is the struggle