This is a song about "Mad bro"

God damn it, i'm one hell of a guy

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

This shit would leave rosetta stoned

And bro, you've been deposed

No bro because thats my thing

You should be running

Definition of cold: ice, 30 below

And i never put a ho before my bro

My dick hates sweaters so she jack it slow

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

People said i was mad

I can't turn back

I'mma do it, yeah i think it's my destiny bro

Yo, i'm seventeen, already sniffing blow