This is a song about "Smoking chronic with my brothers"

The .45 for you niggas with nine lives

Smoking chronic to feel them good vibes,

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

Account overdraft what i got this debit for

See me rocking shows with a 40 an some o's smoking till my legs doze,

Best stay away when the door closed, i show up with four hoes

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Let's enjoy our younger years

I know my brothers would die for me.

On they twitter writing novels, see

Laced the weed with cocaine, and now i rock chronic,

Yea i’m on that ball shit, boy you with that soft shit

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

This the hardest shit you've heard from la this far