This is a song about "We are you bloodline"

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far

We goin' hard, we're goin' far, that's who we are

Fuckin' up my prestige, till i live with the blues

Now we are running rap, so fuck all of you tools

Top ranked, number one my son

We are on a great run

A 45 trey deuce spade sprayed, you stayed

Account the amount we are paid

Inside we are coming in a

Now you know you shoulda ducked nigga

I'm going berserk its bizarre that you think that we are

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

Why do you think that is, deep down, are we

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

We are a bung of goons,

Still got my nike boots