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

My eloquence all i need succeed

Indubitably i'm too street

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

I get paper like i a mail box, seen

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

Ok, black panamera, dash on a million

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

I only got a few bros like the ventures

I miss you at my recent show

I need my money pronto

But i know i see better days

I need it my way, i need 9 trays

My nigga made it, we just young, living the dream

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