This is a song about "Brother ireland"

I thought i recognized her

To see marshalls brother

To my own fucking brother

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

I'm going harder than michael around your little brother

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for

Cold as the snow season, below freezing, peace brother,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Whilst your brother spins the rudder

You ain't more street so go suck your mother

Release the pressure in his heart, he lost a brother,

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Told father the truth about his beloved brother

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

I am my own father, i am my own brother,