This is a song about "Fuck you brother"

My little brother could rap better than you

My home girl told me i got an issue

This is for my niggas gettin' high on the regular

Im ultra high you cant even qualify oh brother,

Fly as a wright brother, i guess that mean you wrong

Me and juan ensurin' you that your slut daughters gone

I didn't give a fuck about his mother, brother, or daughter,

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

I knock you to another axis you ride cocks like brother clyde

Now me and quik gonna show you niggas what it's like on this side

Fuck you and oh ya fuck you too

Gator-toed mauri, three quarters, sky blue

Hey brother hope you been checking up our mother,

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

No matter how much i try, stay alive, i'm a die a man