This is a song about "Bro"

I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

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

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Are we living or dead bro

People love hodgy i hate you though

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

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

The sun gives light cause it is the window

I got about zero fucks to give bro,

Lost my nigga over nothing though

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

With plans to reach the end even if i had to star slow

I'mma do it, yeah i think it's my destiny bro

The hot-box vehicle like breathing out the window

And i never put a ho before my bro