This is a song about "We them boys"

We all forget points in our life replace them

Y’all are like snitches, you can’t see the pen

I don't want no fucking crown

We revolve towns burning them down.

We get hit w/ them double standards,

Pissin' on the demons of the earth

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

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

I'd still be a nigga with no deal tryna get one

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

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

To getting rich off a dream, i throw it the bag

Better ring the alarm, cause we bringing them pistols

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

Oh thats right we left them in the oven

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done