This is a song about "Being a bro"

And you rap niggas looking funny tryna talk back and shit

To being a being and beating the back roads and being it

They know i'm tryna get that montana dough

Before a bare-handed, fight, and kill you, bro.

Let me say this shit in slow-mo, homo

She wanna hop on top like a mario bro

The latter being a constant misconception,

But then they'll get my mom for 18 years of possession

And my only fear's a wedding ring

Fuck a quarter, i wish you well being

Im being a bit over dramatic?

And if i'm down with this banging shit

Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable

Feel like the only rapper that look at you with no trouble

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Eatin' their life of a tuna like my idol bro