This is a song about "We on"

Pocket racked up all big faces

We on that skip bayless/

Before we see it's hard to live

We on that skip bayless/

We are on the fucking cusp

But got comma’s in my statement

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

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

My sim card's the bomb

As we keep pushing on,

Work straight out the kitchen

We are on a great run

Because we got something special, we be on the same level

I got nothing against them, they got fucking potential

Yea we hard on the street

Walk with heat cause talk is cheap