This is a song about "Brother going to military"

To my own fucking brother

Let me change the temperature

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

Staring at the brother i never said goodbye to,

Now whatcha gonna dowhen my niggas come for you

Ha, running rebel on another level

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"

And take ya'll supper

To see marshalls brother