This is a song about "My bros"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

You low zero and i beat all y'all ass in a game of guitar hero

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

Living in a box full of cuyahoga booze, and listen

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

I used to have a nine to five

You and joe bros for life

It’s weird shawty, your wares showing me dead wrong

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

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Flow unfuckwithable, niggas impotent