This is a song about "We bhadd"

We goin out we showin up

I love you though i'll still fuck

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

We out here we touring

We will hack and cough till we choke

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

The game's got cancer, i radiate the crowd

Check my bank account, got racks on racks

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Grew with disdain though i hate whoever ain't you

Don't understand why we do what we do

Lunar whatever we take we keep

No days off and i ain't gettin’ sleep

We getting paid like we knew we would

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look