This is a song about "We dem boy"

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Wear dem in da sand, wear dem in da snow,

Cause i got a lot of hair on my booty but that's beside the point

To compete boy we just keep going untill the track stops and this beat's void

Now put dem hands up hands up when i'm brandishing a weapon,

When it come to pistols, these niggas don't john lynch them