This is a song about "Be my bro"

That damier bag i bought her

Right with my bro sniper,

Both: we both love our moms, women with grown women needs

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

But don't get it twisted, the uzi's in the lining though

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro

Bro that never ever shows though, my flow's divine

Hardest spittin’ mothafucka this side of the line

It sucks that i didn't get the chance to say hello

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

Spending money when your wallet gets low

You ain't my bro no more,you are hoe

I wish my bro was never killed(was never killed),

Yo, i'm fucking goldilocks up in the forest

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer

And say that im trash, but bro you be looking in the mirror