This is a song about "Me and bro"

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

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

Every day we fight the system, just to make our way

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

Bro enough farting, i'll teach ya how to swing rap and sing

Think we can fit ten in, bowls packed with everything

304 thats west virginia hoe, thats where i started and where i rep bro.

Competition i ain't winning but admit it, i'm still in it though

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

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

Bro do you have something to say? i'm a receiver and also a sender,

Pssst... psssssst... aiyyoare you afraid to die, or do you wanna live forever

She got electric feel, don't taze me bro

Counting 100 grand i pulled it from my last show

How the fuck you wipe your ass

Bro you rap bad and it makes me laugh