This is a song about "With the bros"

The good comes with the bad, the bad with the ugly

Almost lost my life to the industry

Without your love it's cold as fuck

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

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

I just embrace it and take it in within my essence

I deal with bull with the sheet,

Seein' dreams in they sleep

The science and the art, africa

Coming equipped with the

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

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