This is a song about "We up"

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

We fight then we have make up sex

We goin out we showin up

Course not, i'm big like horse nut

My records sell, yes sir

Turn up we gettin louder

I'm glad that we ain't caked up.

She said i'm ready to fuck

Who the fuck invited mr. i don't give a fuck

Pop a molly and fuck shit up bitch we going up

Every night we blowin up

'til a stray bullet got his lungs struck

We grew up in poverty, y'all wonder why we talk money,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Bitches is artificially duck

Beat box while we team up