This is a song about "We glamours"

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

We do what we love cause we love what we do,

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Go to hell, i mean that, burn you like green backs

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

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

I never fit in with them light skins

We think, we write, we give our reasons

Throwin you a dub

We goin out we showin up

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Now you speaking my language

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

Niggas hating but i love them even though they trying to scheme

We thought we were one but we was really two/

I don’t want nothing to do with you, i’m through with you