This is a song about "We bhadd"

Mr. automatic bang, bang, bang

We may snooze when we can

Be my little pill and just creep into my blood stream

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

He watched house party, and ate apple jacks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

We got money so we ball out

Never lookin for a handout

And we must do what we gotta do

And real bitches don't respect you

This the shit that get cripple bitches to hop

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

What yo name is girl let me tell you mine

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

Let my angel sing

We out here we touring