This is a song about "We our own rilers"

That's aight thoughkeep a nigga heavy in the game, bout so long

To our own set of problems that we roasted along

Said fifty for a song, and they won’t leave me alone

And we'll pass your fucking tests and then write our own

For achieve our dreams we must

If you ever feel alone and

Parkside productions growing up even got our own hood tearing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

Like "don't let 'em 'round our women" cuz we own women like things

Cuz she came back with the kid and yoi been payin ever since

People are people so let’s just mind our own

But i be like for real, just pick up that phone

The outskirts distribute my vision contributing to the burns i position

We like to stay in our own holy huddles, just putting the rest of the world in

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/