This is a song about "Death of my brother"

Lost ma mother and my brother

Girl, what you grabbing cash for

She can't be my mother

To my own fucking brother

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

Keepin death on the top of my mind, checking out her body from behind,

I see yesterday i called you names, and played games on yo' mind

And now the chance of my death increases.

Black jesus!searchin for black jesus

Cuz it was the death of big pun does anybody else see how my rap career might

Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride, can i come inside

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

The death of my father is the reason for my hate...

I put it to your mug, and it ain’t gonna wait