This is a song about "We are way better"

If you ain't wearing no color, can't nobody say nothing

Yo outta time way outta line i'm better than fine i'm king

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

That i wield way better, then a cheddar go getter

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

Do you get brains, did you make the honor roll

Though uncalled for, they gon drop them

That they are better than everyone

You know what? nigga, it's blacc friday

Are you gonna go my way?

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

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

Cuz my raps are way tighter i got a way wider

The clientele buy and sell like a pawn shop

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.