This is a song about "Mystic bros"

Mercy is for the weak when i speak i screamafraid to sleep; i'm havin crazy dreams

Spittin rhymes i'm on bros new beats a new girl and she got a couple of cheeks

Everyday we party hard like there ain't no tomorrow

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

Let's have a toast for this new love

Critics fear it mystic malicious

9 months later, new car, can’t afford a son

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

Bitch-made since 6th grade, he need his rope cut

I can survive with my bros and some luck...

The gang-banging and violence, is the sweetest song

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