This is a song about "We don t we multiply"

Your raps don"t even rhyme!

Shit, see that thing there was mine

Every day we multiply,

I'll meet you in the sky

We ball on top we ride till we die,

She gotta hold her head up high

We dated, we broke up

We're young and we don't give a fuck

Tell by your handbag that boy don't do you right

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

You don;t thin anymore

Army stance, ready for war