This is a song about "We purging"

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

Load the glocks they stuntin', we control the block

Money i make em buck

We dated, we broke up

Women front, they get its cold

We never lived in one place we roamed.

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

Glad trash bags, throw them in the black bags

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Now the first week sales can't hardly compete

We started this, we gotta finish it/

Like how the fuck did we miss this kid's shit

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

We do what we love cause we love what we do,