This is a song about "Got the game from my brother"

You're fired and tired, you can't stay up like a limp dick

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

And they'll forever out ya, that's why you always quiet

The first time he threw a punch was when his brother got hit

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Fire in my chest, from the sess, got me flying

Gucci mane i run the land from africa to pakistan

I'm from the motherfucking motherland brother man

Chanel slippers on my bitches like you go love

Prophet from the profits, cash game jesus

And i refuse to camoflauge with other guys

Running from the game just me and my wife

Odd future is children that's fucked up in they mental

Got my nigga going awol, from the srq to the natal