This is a song about "We re"

I call that top tier re-positioning

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

And you ride with this

While re-sealing your stitches

You couldn't live your life for the moment

Gotta re-route over this hump,

Had to re align and not resign

You shine like a mothafuckin dime

Wishing for a new re-dition have them regret

Kinda pop tart, when i bite into them red

You're an-swer will be gladly re-jec-ted

By a demon, cause i wanna see a bitch infested

Make their feets get wet and funky up in they under arms

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,