This is a song about "Me and bro"

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

Thing you have upper "hand" against me, bro

She probably had a reason though

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable

Fumble or you crumble, get murked on the humble

To worry about me and my bro steven

Riding around with ms. reece and them

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

My liver's cold, i got the frigid flow

Homie will never love her, although he'll probably have a fit

Don't laugh bro, its not funny i'm hungry for lunch and shit

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

Cuz we grew up on that bro code and are so loyal its way passed what ya know.