This is a song about "The bros"

Got pills all on my phone, these niggas know i’m wrong

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

The pain, the loss, the grief, the cross.

I let you know you dealing with dogs

Of the baby not bein' digested by a fuckin' hungry punk

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

Put the lotion on the skin, in the acid, in the gutter,

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular