This is a song about "We our own rilers"

He told me he plays pretend for our own sake

The proverbial lemonade that i made

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/

I'm murdering instrumentals cause i rap with the conscience

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

About disaster in the world and

For achieve our dreams we must

So here i am at the store for some chips

We be dreamers just tryin at our own missions

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

Born alone, work alone, die alone

And our very own childhood conflicts depict em/

The golf wang hooligans, is fucking up the school again

Go on, suck it up; but hurry, i got nuts to bust

Thinking our own flesh and blood is innocent/