This is a song about "We the masters"

Clap two times if you drunk

We are on the fucking cusp

We were oblivious to think that we had all the luck.

I can hear the bells ringing off the nice dream truck

Everyday we will exceed the expected,

He could own that, shawty, i'mma lease that

When we break down the doe

Once upon a time not long ago

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

We showin up, we blow the dutch

Got squares, dark squares cover my luggage

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

That's why she in the club like fuck it, though