This is a song about "We in it"

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

Tell em they mind clippin i give em like 5 minutes

And pilfering pillows cus we getting in it like tongues

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

Though i know a couple niggas tryna hem my long jeans joe

Bone your girl in stelleto's, we do it backwards; memento

Shorty throw it back and a nigga might love that

I know we be down, but i'll bring us back in it

We either have to live in it or commit suicide nowadays

One more thing, i hope you understand your impact on our race

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

I am sick of women treatin' niggas like that lotto ticket

They peek while they're asleep and then they sneak it in, (whoops, there we go!)

All i know is bad bitches, i got finally famous with me though

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

That's why i traded r. kelly my sister for a new hit