This is a song about "Brother about to die"

Rappers contrive about me but i just won't die

How high? nigga, higher than the kites they fly

I'm touching skies, no puffing lie

You are about to die!

Brother you've got to make it happen

But that’s just life, where i’m from

I knock you to another axis you ride cocks like brother clyde

Harder niggas try to hate me, they be lovin’ this side

To rapping about, what im about

Sometimes two people jump their feelings out

Her brother look up to me, he callin me mister

Watch the simpsons and eating some cereal for dinner

I’ll be back on the same night

Leaving them to die in spite