This is a song about "All quiet on the western front"

My nigga o that's like my bro without the same damn mom

Live in front of the cameras on your own sitcom

Punch a cop in the throat cuz he knocked on my front door

Something in his arm, he pushing more and more

And every nigga suddenly be rappin bout that trap shit

I'll stop the violence, you left me crying just leave the streets quiet,

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

Livin' life like a soldier on the front lines.

I'm awfully dressed, i'm quiet with my food that's on the tray.

Me and my homies, kick it like everyday

Nessy loch monster stop will he though? probably not

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

We the squad, young folarin, out that maybach mob

All my people from the front to the back nod, back nod

The world looking out, they on the front row

And you cute, shorty; let's get low