This is a song about "Autistic brother"

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

Bet you thirty dollars you find her like cartman found kenny, dead

Probably because you got that autistic junk in your head

So she went across the street, gave him a kiss

Autistic but nobody realizing this

‘cause i’m addicted and you the drug, cold turkey? no sir

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

All them other boys targets and i'm flawless with the aim

Living with his twisted brother, driving us insane

To see marshalls brother

Hip hop's bounty, hunter

My best friends brother hung himself,

I'm on deck i'm up next