This is a song about "We are the chosen ones"

Listen to your friend get another man for a minute then repeat

Poor people starving dying in the streets, the ones in charge are the elite,

Your lips. to see if ours are the ones who fit.

And i ride for any nigga who believe in the shit

Showman, the snowman,was awoken and chosen

My talent should take me places i've never been

Foes are rusted no ones trusted

Pass that, catch back, fast that

The ones who dont even love them, are in it to rate

They ain't authentic, tell them i don’t even relate

Baffled that it's a joke to some and we're the ones that are wrong

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

With this shit comes evil and of course the guns, the ones that are lethal.

I say, how can they compare to you, everything material

The chosen one in a bunch of matter

If its not couture, i will not go to her