This is a song about "We might not make it bac"

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

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

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

Up all night with college hoes, edibles and bong hits

Bitch we trapping, trynna boich, bitch ill make it happen

I got a lot to say, i don't hold my tongue

We live life a rap for it there not understanding it

It gives us peace then all in the town is quiet

Season opener, finna be there

Together we can make it, brother i swear

Queen wit a crown that be down for whatever

Between us we can take bad and make it better,

It teaches us to think before we speak or make a step

For that living large, but mama i ain't done yet

Cause it might hurt a bit when i curve the pen to make words and shit

Still standin' and in love with my prideheard frivolous beats, we past that