This is a song about "Me and my bro"

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

And dont you forget it cuz your dead bro.

Me and bro came out with the truth, dad didn't give him the boot?

Wear my hat to the back, i'm in a different kind of mood

And get the cake, then i'll tell them that's the winners pay

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

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

In the club like fuck it, though

Eating late at night, with my bro

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

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

I got a question for ya, little somethin to say

Shit, there ain't no telling

No bro because thats my thing