This is a song about "A brothers who gets on your nerves"

Morty let me use the maybach back in may

Im that kid who gets bullied every day

Don't assume i'm a bad guy, who gets to decide

I leave a hater like he lost a watermelon fight

Then i redecorated, that mean my tables turned

Don't distress your nerves but go head first and amend thirst

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Needed coke, needed dope, yea, i gave her a fix

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

And you down, hold it down for my nigga them

So time for the liquor, the pipe gets a flicker 'til i put the goggles back on

See i give my heart to an unforgiven genre where passion is frowned upon