This is a song about "Asshole brother"

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Just to let you know, you are

To my own fucking brother

Chilling with this asshole, he call himself sweatshirt

Easy to spot like black bitches with fake leopard

But i could call you glass joe, asshole!

You got your nails did, damn girl you're on a roll

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

My money fourth and long, but you do not get to throw

Even when the skies is grey, and my money was low

Bi-annual, that asshole, nah i'm glad though

It's my first fucken rule i fire in the asshole

Meetin' fuckin' hoes on the road, it's takin its toll

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger