This is a song about "The bros"

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

The mirror's screaming at me saying i'm emmi lola's son

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

Hit, i never call her back. bet she keep on coming back

You know its black thought and your boy the bro ?uest, but

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

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

Yea i'm livin' right these niggas dead wrong

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

Tryin to get a motherfucker to telland couldn't nobody diss my nigga

Sky high, iced out paradise

You and joe bros for life