This is a song about "Were ya at"

But there were two peope looking at the sky

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

See, there's a war going on and i'm the general

Bullets coming at ya fucking head like ya mental

Throw a grenade at ya, can you catch?

When i'm seen in that, they gon snatch

Two kids, wide hips, found something in her we didn't see

You need money holla at ya boy honey

But in the midst of all this anger and this angstnever once did you heard me say

Ya need ya pad 'n eraser to scratch that, ya probably good at that ay dj.

For sure, you were made special at birth.

We should fuck each others mothers