This is a song about "The bros"

The water from the past is the same water in the present

I got a penny in my pocket, million in the trunk

The more battles the better the flows

Best believe i'm leaving with more of those

Cause in this tank, it's me and my bros rhyming for fun

You just working with the scraps you was given

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

You let it slide, i hit home-runs, clean her dugout till i’m done

She impress bros but i'm less prone to misled hoes. out of respect though,

Everyday we party hard like ther ain't no tomorrow

Tell bush to push tha button cause i'm fed

That girl you love got your bros in her bed

It came to the point he couldn't look 'em in the face

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