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

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

How can we fight back, when we couldn't occupy it

Mathematic deconstruction systematic re-destruction yep, we back at it

I love it when it's girl upon girl with one manay, put your butt on my mustache, fuck that

I know it might not be the best man,

So it's straight c4 from the thoughts i bring, bang

I ain't sayin' namesthey say the tape was really mine

With shitty education systems, why can we not make a dime?

You may not be able to stop it, it might be too late

She was a les 'til i went ahead and screwed her straight

I might just make it this game to where i am seen

I live by the code: fuck bitches, love queen

May not make enough to get it

That's when you know you doing shit

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

Different stage, switching paces like i'm shifting strings