This is a song about "My bros"

Apparentally it make you argue morethe more things you throw

She impress bros but i'm less prone to misled hoes. out of respect though,

My words are my rhythm

I’m effervescent, just ask them

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

For fear of what you show them, reality is golden

And the blogger has their reviews in rear view

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

That is my wish, my fantasy.

A military mind mean money

They love misleading them having there beliefs fucked

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument