This is a song about "We are way better"

Ain't no lockouts, the game don't stop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Reality was way better than it fuckin seemed.

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

Mom relaxed, dad chilled, we all had it better

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Cuz my raps are way tighter i got a way wider

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Give me a sign, tell me how you wanna roll

You better clear out the way, make a way for my soul,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her

So are you busy being angry that my flow is just better?

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

Cuz we grew up on that bro code and are so loyal its way passed what ya know.

Nothin sweet when i attend, see

Either way we body for money