This is a song about "We the wolves"

But that's what he liked her

We just looking in the mirror

Lips and show no cockyness, we got the tricks, we got the kicks, we got the

You're in the presence of a player, i'd rather be ya nigga

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

I did a little stint, shout out to the south east

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

I was the sheep and them the wolves.

Epic, they used to feed me detours

But we all got the same rights don't we?

Call me lazy, i ain't your baby

We aren't innocent, we already served our stint in the pen

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

My mama smoked so god damn much

We showin up, we blow the dutch