This is a song about "We just got weinered on"

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

On television all we see are just these rich white kids,

But we got off on the wrong foot

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Say there mr. mirror, put yourself up to yourself and then

We need to find our fears step on up and then just face em

You heard the price, on my neck herds of ice

But i'm just chilling and we on the rise

I skip to places, smiling faces, while you fucking walk

Top dollars and girls(do you see, if we just stop, we could be on top),

I got five on a dime just follow my cursor

Far as lyrical precision i'm imperial loser

We emerged from the shadows. showed them what we got. on the date of april

Cause every girl i deal and fuck, it's always against her will

Lpog's on the attack, and just know that we attack

My moschino that fire, bet you never seen that