This is a song about "We are the bitches"

Stones are thrown, rocks are kicked, we die and roam the globe,

Instead they lock me in the cell just for sellin dope

The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

You're the reason i can stand tall, me and my girlfriend

We are ninety-nine against the one percent

Get the zippo and spark the shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

You, you, you have to pay for that

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

We are inside looking outward, that's the only way as men

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

Knees dug deep into the pavement

We are on the fucking cusp

Asking the same ol question, why are we all

Let's sweat out this alcohol, bet i'm about to ball