This is a song about "Who we are"

I’m letting all my niggas grab a plate

Account the amount we are paid

Just take them clothes off oh look you got your hair did

Expose/ those who lack rhymes that are automatic

Call 'em dumb players who are not sprayers

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

Just because of who we are,

Your music in the car

Bout time i got my respect

With the rest who are left

Into peoples life's who are peaceful,

Lady at the frank stand will

And strangle you with that fucking leather jacket

Women who are told that they are on some "bitch shit",