This is a song about "We are thebest"

I still got my nike boots

We are a bung of goons,

This is love, nothing else close

No, no, we are not those

P stand for pacqiauo nigga

Inside we are coming in a

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

Blew the fuck up in gray clouds of thick smoke

We are servants and god is our boss

I'm from a cocaine block, with some plain clothes cops

We feel that connection we are different from every pair

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there

Now we are together

Uh, for worse or for better

I don't ever fear nothing, i'm forever here

We forever be real, we' are made of teal