This is a song about "Brother dying"

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

I was born to do the damn thing

Inside it feels like im dying

After all the times i preferred dying.

Shawty look half indian and never say a thing

A dying dream, you even try in

We pray while we prey on competition

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

We popping the fortune, not the fame, shit, you backwards, man

Shake junt, brother say it again

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

And dying every second im living

I see the devil grinning, as if he winning