This is a song about "Total bro"

My money for folarin, but you do not get to throw

Im too rachet too rancid/ charles mansion/ unload with the gun bro

You going to the club though, you soaking in sorrow

You're biting lyrics that's whacker than yours bro

Where they find me, 16 on death row

Are we living or dead bro

This summer gone be mine though

Its time for shit to change,word bro

Is that because you don't want your loss total as twenty three?

I know when you're coming babymy tongue got you going crazy

Well, total honesty, between you, your boss and me, you horny hoe

Doobies roll your booty ho alexis know the truthy, bro

All this paper i fold

And bro, you've been deposed