This is a song about "We she at"

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

More clearer than the crystal sky, blue as the beast

When she got home she looked at her phone to see 4 missed calls from

Rectum, i'm like a chromosome i always x them

The fluid on my eye falling while i do the rhyme

She on molly, she with mary, at the same damn time//

When she looked we pretended to stare at the floor

And it's you, can't even front i press ignore

Supportin' my baby girl just like daddy

When we would fight she said she didn't need me

I know she a hoe but at least im fucking something

I was fiending for the meals; i ain't talking burger king

- or i'mma fuckin' put this gun in your fuckin' head

This is the stage where she wishes she was at home in her bed

Yo we ain't from the ghetto but we go urban at least,

Ain't no nigga touching my style, it got a force field