This is a song about "I fight for my brother"

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Fuckin around so i end up like my brother

I got no wordplay, cus my words like to fight.

Yo she think my steering wheel on the wrong side

I know what i livin for this life is not a fight.

Phone calls from my niggas on the, other side

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

Me and knb both feel underrated, i consider him my brother even though we aint blood related

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"

If ya do upset metell the cops to come and get merip the crowd like a phone number

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

You know, kiss his mom. she gave him wisdom charm

Call that bitch rondoi'm fresher than the prom hoteach her, we don't fly coachshe fuckin' but she act dumb

To eat a half a cup of cinnamon i was inspired rap by my brother and eminem