This is a song about "Can t wait to see my brother outside of jail"

He was my brother to, playing call of duty with him at night way past two,

Hoping that the material possesions can materialise to a better you

Around me to stretch my legs and walk outside

I heard that statistic i almost cried

I’m tryna be low key to keep my self out of t

Loaded that clip and then said bang, the drama it bring is crazy

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

Make room for the groom married to his music

But most of my homies in jail or slain

They'd rather see us locked in chains, please explain

They tested with stress that they under

To my own fucking brother

Can't pop fly, i get my socks tied

We can all see whats on the out-side,

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

Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever