This is a song about "We purging"

And niggas wouldn't call you bitch, i betcha

We need mandela , still we need mandela

I refuse to be another being on this earth

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

My pocket's fat, somebody check my blood pressure

We said we would never break up we would stay together,

We getting paid like we knew we would

Skinny jeans, but a nigger still hood

Or michael vick if ya'll bark nigga ya'll through

And we must do what we gotta do

But hey yo look, money from across the street

Lunar whatever we take we keep

Let me rideuntil i get free

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

We showin up, we blow the dutch

With rhyming skills, you in amish village