This is a song about "We glamours"

And we must do what we gotta do

I got killers on my team that’ll get at you

I'm the sushi king

We out here we touring

The rolls-royce, it’s all white

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

Don't understand why we do what we do

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

Niggas buy ringers can't pay their bill though

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

Black ghost, white driver, such an oreo, i'm thinking out loud

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

We may snooze when we can

Drop top on this thang

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

But inside of my pocket is a dollar plus a dream