This is a song about "We badly"

I never fit in with them light skins

We think, we write, we give our reasons

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Strumming my pain with his fingers

Keep coming back for more

But we so poor, we got no door,

We started this, we gotta finish it/

Snappin' necks since '05, ain't gotta prove shit

Y'all be in love, like the howard crowd

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

We goin out we showin up

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Bleed and you cant see you fucking panzy i'll hurt you badly,

She hold a nigga down, you deserve them boo

And we must do what we gotta do