This is a song about "We"

We goin out we showin up

Say you don’t do what

Yeah, we get this cabbage

We showin up, we blow the dutch

He pumped reeboks, his uncles pumped packs

We so famous we don't pay stamp tax/

You gotta let these shits go, man

We may snooze when we can

A rebel tho, i dont hold my lips

We think, we write, we give our reasons

We going back like we stuck in reverse,

So you finally got the nerve

We gotta be somewhere, nowhere we cannot 

Make me throw my diamonds up, bitch, my life was hard knock

After every show, a dream she hold

We never lived in one place we roamed.