This is a song about "We in it"

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

But i pray these everlasting groupies don't fuck up this love

In some fucking yellow skinnies looking like a fucking faggot

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

But we can kick it sometime, we actually have alot in common

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

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

Sixty-two, without no tint; missing roof on my new shit

Knife em no lifer you a triffler i am out tell em sumping they know nothin about

With the shit we say we tryna fly away stuck in this world but will we make it out

Family needs it to get out of the trailer we lived in for ten years

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

It says in that paper book that we should love each other,

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

It's pain in my eyes but these yves saints blind you to look

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