This is a song about "My bros"

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

But bitch you dumb as fuck to right from wrong

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

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

I love what you're doin'. i'm just hopin' you continue

Hoes and bros and average joes chillin' like a sick villain,

That's how this shit be goin when you go for number one

Got hu women frostburg women

My words are my rhythm