This is a song about "My bros"

I reel them in, goadomes on see

These my rhymes and my story

Or fascinated by a beamer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

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

But even when you leave, somehow it still try to follow

Fuck around dawg, get ya head bust

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

But i have something you never get! real friends, real bros. support everywhere,

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

I only got a few bros like the ventures

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve