This is a song about "Being brolic"

It's like being in a breadbox, but only being a crumb

My hat is by jabbia and if you got a fucking problem

You know, work that

Fuck being counterfeit

Doing work and being progressive, impressive

Everybody and their momma gon' chant this

Searching for answers, that's human nature, you ain't in the wrong

Tryna get brolic with your lyrics as soon as i saw them they were gone

Just tell me that i ever meant anything

Took the form of a human being

Being an alchoholic i fear,

In the "city of lights", it's hard to see clear

Watching for the cops that's moving through

I bet it hard being you

Came from the bottom, aiming for the top

Your being dismembered its clouded thought