This is a song about "We are"

We forever be real, we' are made of teal

And i ain't tryna spit, but got dollars here

Or shift keys or it i placement cause

We are servants and god is our boss

I can only imagine, uncle bob

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

Slumdog far apart any sub par

Just because of who we are,

What else we are soppused to

And word i blew off herb i grew

Tonight no pitchers, everything's straight

Account the amount we are paid

We are the dead, ain't no denying it

It’s no days off, you ain't doing shit

No, no, we are not those

I think that she knows