This is a song about "My bros on the blocc"

Bitch you should see my wallet

Like the words on my hip

Witnessed my disease, spit lonely on the streets, wolf on the beat,

My father's dead, well i don't know, we'll never fucking meet

So i'm on my way to university, on the bus...

Why are we still conversing when i'm sure you've heard the chorus

You and joe bros for life

Then put it into sex drive

I can get straight to the cash

Got my foot on the gas