This is a song about "I just need my bros"

Bitches don't clap with their hands, so i do not talk to my hands

Need it in my hands, and i need it in my pants

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

Fuck a mask, i want that ho to know it's me, ugh

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

Need it for my parties, and i need it for my plans

High as fuck, i just need my head straight/

That involve ballpark franks and silver duct tape

I just need you to tell me, please

Y'all know that nigga in the movies

Who knows just what i need, she knows just what i mean

Eyes real low, just blame it on the green

Blind fucking hate inside my heart, guaranteed

But i'm just hopin' i might find everything i need