This is a song about "Love you bro"

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

And what i done just ain't enough

// [ha! bitch you get (no love)]

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

Ironically it subs like a hero

I’m trying to go though, y’all already know though

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

Carry guns bro only guns you got is muscles

My paper long, yep, you left alone, you gets no fucks

// [bitch you get (no love)]

Where i'm from they is ruthless

You need help from yo bro right

Jungle fever for the night

You ain't my bro no more,you are hoe

Although thought that we would grow