This is a song about "Dope dealing and brothers"

I quit the shit, i might get high with you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

With an impending mixtape that only seems like a myth

Your first and last mistakes are my right because your dealing with

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

With women with issues

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

Ay yo come on, girlfriend i ain't no actor, really

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

If he don't show up, think i can take his place

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Lay back, i got some money to make, motherfucker

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother