This is a song about "We are under destruction"

What up girl, tell me how you been

Causing death and destruction

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Spit that raw shit, y'all some talkative condoms, fall back

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

So both of our imaginations are creations of the fucking situation

Of people that are smaller than him, under him, but a great nation,

To big to thin we crack under the pressure

Modu, he's ready for whatever

And this still the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

How are we so diluted, to think that our lives are

Theres monsters in the rear view we under attack

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back