This is a song about "We dippen"

From hollywood to the hood

We getting paid like we knew we would

Ima go until my arm's sore

But we so poor, we got no door,

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

Had i not been exposed to these things

We think, we write, we give our reasons

Fuck high school, motherfucker i'm high

We ball on top we ride till we die,

Saw puff, i was finna' speak

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Don't understand why we do what we do

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you