This is a song about "Little bro"

Are we living or dead bro

Heard that you alright though

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

All i know is yolo, nigga, that's the motto

And all this snow, i call it infant sorrow

Before a bare-handed, fight, and kill you, bro.

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

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

And she gives them a blow

Eating late at night, with my bro

What is hittin' for

Right with my bro sniper,

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

I'm on my grown man b.i you see why

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

I mean the shit was all bad just a week ago