This is a song about "Dope dealing and brothers"

This be the realest shit i ever wrote

I don't wanna mope, and i don't have no dope,

And ya’ll better relax, talking bout that he wack

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,

Nigga there's nothin' left of you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

If we thinking success is only measured by your money

But respect is more real, and ambition the key

And people day to day dealing with me, feeling with me,

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

And tell dem niggas at the top we want yo spot we are for real

Ima smoke and exhale the kush dope,

New canvas she need a new stroke