This is a song about "Brother about to die"

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

I treat arnette like a net when i stop and shoot

K o d, m i a, twenty racks, let it fly

Rappers contrive about me but i just won't die

She gotta hold her head up high

To raw i make da beat die

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

To my own fucking brother

Good love then i can do that for her

In a blink of an eye with my pen ink and a rhyme you'll be on the brink of death..about to die

Homies died in my arms, with his brains hangin', fucked up!i had to tell him it was alright, and that's a lie

Now think about it, you want innocent people to die?/

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

I told her all about how we been living a lie

Enemies right outside, everyday i'm ready to die./