This is a song about "We them boys"

To hold evil in a submission until we have them

Shit, i use the same line, like i did again

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

And you believe when a rapper wan' be one

I'm tall, dark, skinny, my ears are big as fuck

Send them niggas, they gone listen like we wired up

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

Our own business and minin' for them diamonds, we rhymin',

We drink alcohol while them strippers show tush

So these bars not mine, nigga it's yours

Begin to make me feel like a little kid again

We all forget points in our life replace them

Me an my boys we the triple six crew

What could you do ?if it was up to you

When we bring out them choppers, you gonna have heart attack.

So even though you overcame doubt and ya livin' ain't bad