This is a song about "We"

But we so poor, we got no door,

You see i gotta go to war

Guess we were wrong we can change destiny,

Just to go to liv on a sunday

We dated, we broke up

A twenty somethin cup

Boy, i’m doin’ my damn thing

We out here we touring

We goin out we showin up

Shit, they'll put the dogs in the truck

Call me a product of my own damn hood

We getting paid like we knew we would

We would laugh, we would cry, we would fight

See i can put down the pipe

We sip moscato, like we hit the lotto

Now i'm laying out at the delano though