This is a song about "Dead brother life on house arrest and heart breaks"

I'ma try to rhyme and get through, i'm documenting the truth

I was sitting here, braid dead, hooked up on cookies and juice,

My heart breaks and its torn im left standing alone

I'm definitely in a class of my own

Lost ma mother and my brother

You is not hip then i can not coach her

If you try to give it to me at the door

My mother dead fell over and slammed on the floor.

Man look we are at our house,dad still here and mom on the couch

I'm high as the fuckin moon, set the bar higher even when i slouch

And we can race until one of our heart breaks

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

And gangs with specific crews, brother against brother,

I got geechi on her, came back: a hundred chains

Tie each limb up and stretch em on a rack til it breaks