This is a song about "Outlaw bros"

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

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

We hustle to survive

You and joe bros for life

Splash tha niggaswill i dash your niggasonce i mash these figguzi’ll be badder nigga

All these 12 year old bros turning into hoes, its so bad i feel like calling the

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

Snapping necks and records in matter of seconds check 'em son

I only got a few bros like the ventures

Better yet they work my every nerve

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

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