This is a song about "Arshdeep bro"

Omo niaja get em' higher

Right with my bro sniper,

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

Face down, ass up, ain't none of my bitches planking though

Two of her friends strip she never judge them though

Where you went wrong was hit on my bro,

The world looking out, they on the front row

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

You think you high and mighty but no you're wrong bro

Fortunado, the porsche apollo, wars'll follow

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow