This is a song about "We be"

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Either dumb or smokin' dippers or something

Cos we can't know to lark so we can't be judging

We gonna still be livin but our brain we forgot

Mohammed got a little mac, don't get your shoulder popped

It would be that we can be back together

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

But we should be body to body

Shoulda been esther, and we would be poly

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

We both knew this was gonna be tough

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

We should be up in anarchy

But i'm leaving town in a little bit

We didn't think we'd be affected