This is a song about "Hey bro"

Calm down dont get mad tho just cause youre ass bro..

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

And my bitch is the type of bitch that's all about that dough

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey

You wanna be a star, you have ya own day

I got about zero fucks to give bro,

Yeah, work, fuck you niggas, pay me though

The world looking out, they on the front row

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Black woman you cold

And bro, you've been deposed

Right with my bro sniper,

That's what rains for

Hey fab, i'mma kill you

Mama ain't raise no fool, true