This is a song about "When we enter"

Yeah, can't wait 'til the wheels down

When we see you running round town

Go take the "p" out, put a "w", you'll see what i got

We fire glocks with dire shock when we have writer’s block,

I'm just trying to focus

When we got of the bus

When we break down the doe

Like curses on the radio

Not everything we do makes sense when we do em/

Hit me up in a couple days, we can try again

Hoppin' out a van

We may snooze when we can

Let me go like this, ready for whatever

Everyone's afraid to enter

When we be coming through

Raised by a momma who, who