This is a song about "The bros"

Obie trice, pour out a lil' liquor nigga

Put the grants in the safe, 'cause we spending the jacksons, the

In the coupe with the tec, it's the home of the brave

To understand your ways, inexperienced back in the days

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

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

The feds introduced the drugs, all the acid, the dope and smack,

A bunch of fucking wolves and rats having niggers the size of shaq

If you ain’t got ‘em, then bob your head

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

You and joe bros for life

Take her back to where i live