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

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Thats why we struggle to realize

We fuckin' it up this summer

Lost ma mother and my brother

Its the struggle we got gotta

Coroners comfort your mama

That was my influence

Artillery weak with guns

To see marshalls brother

We're made for each other

All this weight im moving

Through thick and thin

A lot of niggas in my position don’t know as much

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

Not a moment pass without feel like dying

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing