This is a song about "We out here doing bad shit nigga"

(ball so hard) this shit weird, we ain't even s'posed to be here

Don't give a shit so my dick fuck bladders in your ear

Grillin shit out of the fridge and we don't know how old,

Fearin what it show you, reality is gold

So we here to the blow the candle out, 1, 2, 3, ha,

My momma a og which makes me a don dada

United we slam, here comes the people with the rough shit

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

6 months, right back on the damn block anyway

Get the fuck out of here,i dont get shit you say

The south is out, we're rousing crowds, when we settle shit,

The best journeyacres of land and swimming pools and all that

I only roll with the real

Who this nigga up in here

We out here chasin hoes

Live from the lamont's rose