This is a song about "Dranking wit my bro"

Eating late at night, with my bro

Preaching to the choir though

Nigga, i got that dilla, premo, swizzy flow

And i never put a ho before my bro

Cause my charisma is a stigma, i look in the mirror, i'm poisonous vanilla bro/

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

There'd still be niggas out killing

No bro because thats my thing

But you make my stomach do flips and i love your wit

Fuck a label on my jacket, screw you like a ratchet

Got my carry-on but really wish i had a pound with me though

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

Sleeping in a cell, it's been 30 weeks

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

And you make the flowers sing say turn green yellow