This is a song about "Bro gangs"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

And i never put a ho before my bro

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

Kids ain't like reggie jackson, nicki barnes their hero

Theft of a man's chest it's like gangs test and exams

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

She wanna hop on top like a mario bro

But i let off everything i have

‘cuz they choose colors of bloods and crips in gangs,

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Look, i lost my nigga over nothing though

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

U'll get shot by gangs of cops for attempting rhino poaching

I roll with real gangs stole 'n steal grams make a bitch squeal

This where the haters is, this why they hate us here