This is a song about "We made you"

We made love with all sorts of passion

So if it comes down, may the best man win

// [we're the ones who made you]

Raised by a momma who, who

We made fun out of our jazz talks

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

My rapping made you soil

Till my juices rain ooze down into lakes, like oil

Like every single wish we ever made

When i saw that 28 to put me in and out of state

Made a promise that we would go for no other,

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Turned himself in, i had to find that dumb

Canada is where we made it from

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

// [we're the ones who made you]