This is a song about "The bros"

She vying for number one, tryna be number one

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

Hold my pistoland wrap your arms around a nigga

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

Where fiends always on that water like a lily pad

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

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

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

The bigger the the fun

They had a hell of a run