This is a song about "Dranking wit my bro"

I'mma do it, yeah i think it's my destiny bro

You get your girl for something tight tomorrow

And i never put a ho before my bro

I caught a felony loving the way the guns blow

I bust up rhymes wit my rap service. yeah, my rap service.

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz

My bro went down with one shot, that’s all it took

I don't understand how this game made us strangers, look

Try to get wit my style

Bitch i'm on fire

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

My weed and my broad exotic with no seeds

To worry about me and my bro steven

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Deranged just like a satanist, the ways that it betrays my wit

See this what happens when you rap like you ain't no ones favorite