This is a song about "Me and my broth"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My friends and fam hear me,

Fuck you bunch is here, never disrespect my family

Severed my spine drained my blood then turned cannibal and ate me,

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

Looking at me and my dre beats

Kush, baby mama-less; yeah no seeds

And not deprive me of my childhood,

I got a fetish for fresh, i'm a clean crook

And my grip told me it was lonely

Look dog, don't be asking for dame, see

I got bigger problems baby

My mom and pops didn't want me

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Twist and spin and slit my wrists until the mortician embalms me