This is a song about "Brother about to die"

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

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

Approach for contactcause i'm live i multiply

Rappers contrive about me but i just won't die

To raw i make da beat die

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

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

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

Tell em bitches they can get up on my level

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

You are about to die!

Three j's took me this high

Brother you've got to make it happen

Dub a.l.e., such a son of a gun

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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