This is a song about "We on"

Told her that her pastor was a faggot and he likes john

We were together for so long but we dragged it on,

Can't wear grs, i'm pitching cocaine

Cause we fresh on the game

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

We ball on top we ride till we die,

Let's buy guns and kill those kids with dads and mom

Suns out/ we stunnin/ you know we get our shine on

Last of a dying breed

Yea we hard on the street

My sim card's the bomb

Maybe we shoulda held on

I'm grand theft auto, racketeering, larceny, conspiracy, murder one

We on a mother-fuckin mission.. lafamillia ..we be number one vision

It’s hip-hop, not pop

Block the pass, we on top/