This is a song about "We bow hard"

We be ballin' hard nigga, we dont teach lessons.

Ya ain't killers ya’ll got hundred yard dash guns

When danielle or milan decide to fucking share

(ball so hard) since we here, it's only right that we'd be fair

And i'll take another bow

Because it's so much pressure now

Love our conversation but it’s late right now

I could hear the crowd and take a bow,

The start of where we turn our lives around, hard.

See we’ll be cool as long as you just play your part

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now

So now just take your last final fucking bow

And at best all they do is distract me but now

Used to nun-chuck em, now i got to donatello bow

So we rhyme for the hurting, poor hard working for,

I get her once i bet you keep coming back for more