This is a song about "Brother dying"

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

Better pray that this chopper jam like a radio single, man

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Ay yo you wonder who i are

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

Whilst your brother spins the rudder

The game's a bitch, ooh we got her

To my own fucking brother

Udc where he met my mother

Gangstas dying from day to day

Same shit you said yesterday

When we not in summer

Lost ma mother and my brother

After all the times i preferred dying.

The most that they can do is find me, i'm hiding