This is a song about "We glamours"

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

Now you speaking my language

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

We getting paid like we knew we would

Told you camp lo was my favorite

We started this, we gotta finish it/

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Til we strike out, we just hoping we don't strike out

But i’ma wait it out i’m bout to see that drought

All my niggas is winning, shout out to charlie sheen

All my niggas we be winning, we stay tatted, we stay clean.

We apart. i feel we never met we never set or come near each other. we can

Raw fusion, organized konfusionwickeder than most men: spice 1 and pooh man