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"

I'll become a star, and you'll know what we do and who we are

Ya see all we got is tonight and i ain't tryna see that far

Hard as a motherfucker, tell em i was ham

Why do we give money to those who lie on a man?

Driver drop me off at dulles im headed to some money

I know i love you, maybe even more, we'll see.

Quit being so fucking shy come on tell me why! you just wanted us to die,

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Wreck these thangs, have em looking like halle berry's car

I know that im real and i know who we are

Worse than the others -- bill clinton, mr. bob dole

I come up on patrol, so you know how i roll

Why do you think that is, deep down, are we

We came.. way too far pretty baby