This is a song about "My bro huncho on da come up"

In the front row at a holy justin bieber show

You wanna fuck with it just come at me bro

Grew up in the jungle where it's killers at war

I'll come up on yo porch, knock on your door

And when those times come i'll probably end up on my knees in cuffs,

That mean im overflowin all you rappin niggas in cups

I hold the weight... of all my victims on my shoulders bro

Yeah live from the soho, and hov told me i'd blow joe

Right with my bro sniper,

Omo niaja get em' higher

Miami bound with my d.c. chick and we let it fly when we in the club

Am trying my best but always da same. i feel like am locked up

On award tour, on excursions, i'm a virgin of swap meets

Hold up, now come on man let me respect your religious beliefs.