This is a song about "Why does god not love us any more i mean come on man like how do you know who we are"

Gas women then return ‘em like a rental car

I know that im real and i know who we are

[gasp] how does she do this!? howww! howwwww! i must know!

Used to have this white bitch, she looked like madonna though

Family is all i need but indeed them too can run me right up a tree

Yeah you might laugh or call us staff but i'm not half mean cuz don't lean on nobody

God i don't know who to trust no more

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

I used to have dark nights now it’s bright lights

Does not make any sense when i connect lines

Jimmas are foreseen if you know what i mean,

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Though i love how you do

Mama ain't raise no fool, true