This is a song about "Phrulo and his sus squad"

Using his music to steer it, sharing his views and his merits

Everything at ease, you in double m g presence

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

His father lost his mind, and they both lost there mother.

Nigga had the fucking nerve to call me immature

My squad full of g's and l's, like bus schedule

But i remain the good kid

And keep his time devoted

Talking about the god you serve

And thank doom for his herbs/

That i'mma pay for with dimes, nickels and quarters and shit

Instead of being thanked for his heart and his spirit,

And yes, his left wrist represents the way that his day goes

You chasing hoes, we replacing hoes, bag and pass them hoes

I know what you do with that

Ya whole squad like "ooh shit!"