This is a song about "Doing music for bro"

Don't laugh bro, its not funny i'm hungry for lunch and shit

You see they way out they minds with no return ticket

Wish you niggas father understood where the condom was

Make music for the masses, but still aim for the bases,

And young teens how get shot at gas stations for loudest music,

Unless it's steve harvey's buff sister trying to jerk my dick

Now im doing time for the crime i did send

Ain't have to see-saw, i'm already scared

Music tossed me the mic for a reason

So you can charge me with treason

Man i swear she's bad and she knows

I know, should be doing this for pesos

For real and good music, to hear when they're lost,

If you thought it, it better be what you want