This is a song about "Brah"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

The weed brah, you can't have that, mayflower

Thats a lot of pot brah with no seeds a popping

Come downstairs with nothing but a shoe string

Your developmental league don’t see a team

I'm the hottest nigga brah, you know i can't be seen.

Brah i pass through the phasing sun, skim via laid driller

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Educate yourselves, of africa

Brah lynching cuz you're fat like your ma.