This is a song about "His"

All fifty seein visions of me shot in the chestcouldn't rest, nah nigga i was stressed

Although his lyrics are shit his shaking his head saying ya i am the best

Ahead of his years, ahead of his time,

Oh, i was raised by the stop sign

His attachment, flawed till his last breath/

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Phone in his hand, coffee in his spleen.

I got a dollar and a dream

They say i walk around like i got a s on my chest

Snatch his soul from his turtle neck and break his leg for disrespect

Shitting his stock of cash out his ass

I can get straight to the cash

Arguably retarded cause after sex we stop again

As a child his only friends were his dog, his page and his pen