This is a song about "We are one we are family"

Are feet as we keep going,

Flapjack, ooh he bring

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

So the next time you feel like your world's about to end

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

We are exactly like one another,

The ice ain't really nothing to her

What else we are soppused to

I was twelve when the gunned you

They think that we are defected

I know the world been waiting for that

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Coming underneath with ladders we are the attackers