This is a song about "We be"

I’m watchin' espnbut when that show end

And we may not be perfect

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Shoulda been esther, and we would be poly

We three gonna be the next leaders

Ha, the envy of dime dealers

We should be up in anarchy

Cause i ain't worriedeyes blurry

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

It would be that we can be back together

Until she figured out that she don't really like to bang cock

We gonna still be livin but our brain we forgot

That we could be together and our love would be persistent

I do not know how that dead body got inside of my trunk