This is a song about "We dippen"

Buy a chick a new bag when she taste good

We getting paid like we knew we would

Car with no limit what

We dated, we broke up

We started this, we gotta finish it/

Hold the shit back, say goodbye and go commit that

We goin out we showin up

Fuck that shit, i don't give a fuck

It may be not the same for you

And we must do what we gotta do

We got money so we ball out

And tell me why would we just think about

Then i left the hood, like fuck it don't need the cargo

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

We ball on top we ride till we die,

Busting off, tryna touch the sky