This is a song about "We purging"

I ain't for that work, trying to see my daughter walk

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

We goin out we showin up

She said i'm ready to fuck

Have you with professional killas, chasing hits

We think, we write, we give our reasons

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

He just get her bigger bags

No one give a damn when they breathe in the least bit

We started this, we gotta finish it/

I can smell it when i go outside

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

No smilescause ain't a thing funny

My balance be so tight rope

We will hack and cough till we choke