This is a song about "We going"

Rape her and record it, then edit it with more shit

Later going to jack some shit as we choke on shaggys spit

We thinkin you got em and going murder

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Niggas who be rapping how real they are

We going weed, women and some alcohol

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

So we discuss it but it's like we're going through the motions,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

Look how we going to get out of this cook house

I was born to do the damn thing

Are feet as we keep going,

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

We should be going on raids, killing all fags

Left hand got ten bands; back pocket, four stacks