This is a song about "Brother dying moving weight guns struggle"

Luigi was his brother

And let them lames get your old number

Do you think i'm out of my mind with this tape

- with no bait, kid your boy hold weight

In my drawsring, ring, ring

All this weight im moving

You assume the role and carry your weight

But i do quite well with all the bait

Hey, i get bored so fast that they won’t last

Im moving so fast im moving right past,

Good love then i can do that for her

To my own fucking brother

No coach bag if i go with that, snake skin tote that cobra clutch

But i be moving so much weight that i cant even hold a grudge.

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

Wifey like it one minute next minute she don't, man