This is a song about "Brother going to military"

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

To my own fucking brother

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

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

I knock you to another axis you ride cocks like brother clyde

Why they try to see my flow, but they know that's outta sight

Or military personnel fatigues and boots,

So before i have seeds gotta understand my roots

At least i'd be stable, yeah, slightly less popular

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Brother you've got to make it happen

No fx, in these doper than sess sessions son

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit