This is a song about "Bro s"

A couple pair of lips, i'm smoochin' on ya panty line

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

Calm down dont get mad tho just cause youre ass bro..

The wake up, dawg get ya face off the pillow

I am not tina, buddy, do not give my window pain

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

My g"s have been handcuffed,

I stuff you in the trunk, drunk

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Now we going hard like i ain't gonna die

You don't mean that, you faggot

Get wit this 90's baby tupac shit

Its time for shit to change,word bro

Bad bitches never loved them though