This is a song about "We in it"

When we sleep, are we complete? is it the outside looking in?

This is my passion, i'm out atlanta, smashing some action

We were the freshmen with some 'cess in hand, a joint with a spliff in it

Swear a niggas draws be on some stupid neiman marcus shit

From my desire now look at the fuckin' irony

But when we're out in public, we all just take it silently/

Take it in turns just to make sure we make an emphasis

Tell me who's as rad as us and the answer was

We might be voiceless it seems but put your voices in lyrics,

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

Yo, yo, yo, lemme show you how we do it down in the hood...

Cause innocent women’ll stalk you if you fuck em good

And i'll tell you, baby, it was easy

Whether we in our room i like it freaky

Still kill the pussy, put the cat in a casket

"no guns in this nation, hey why don't we try it?"