This is a song about "Caring brother"

Shake junt, brother say it again

On my pg shit, i ain't finna keep them

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I can do that to a nigga and make a pool on her

Silicone bitches got the confidence

Not caring for lives, only profit and guns

Chilling with his homies high instead of caring for his kid,

To keep me happy there's no limit to the things you did

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

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

I thought i recognized her

To see marshalls brother

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

A stain on the mattress, so your dad is your mums brother

Well, that's what you are

I'll get in your brother,