This is a song about "We are the foxes"

Play this shit while you contemplate

Account the amount we are paid

Subs like a teacher that ain't even supposed to be here

We just tryna chill our vibes are the real deal

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

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

If we are to rid the world of modern slavery

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

I’m just a young nigga advocating ambition

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

So i'mma talk about a little bit of that

I’m blessed it, cross-sign baptism west shit

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

So just let me get it, girlwhen it's all said and done

Life is a pyramid, and we are trapped at the bottom