This is a song about "With the bros"

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

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

Chica-go-getter from odd future, used to ride solo

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

The world just what i'm working with

2 chains, i got 2 bitches

The revolution will proceed

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Coming in with the steal call me the man with the skills,

He took it to pitchfork, he couldn't get a sentence

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

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