This is a song about "We are wierdos"

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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

Redbox flow and i do not date

Account the amount we are paid

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

Bitches asses looking like dalmatians and shit

We are bred by consumerism

Ross and folarin, couple women

No, no, we are not those

She's bad and she knows

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

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

O. trice always rep his block

We are on a great run

And it weighs a ton