This is a song about "I fucked my brother"

My brother need a new job

I gotta know if it's real or not

One time for the girls with the right shoes

Yes i really fucked up from my youth,

I'm gettin help for this addiction, now golf ain't important

My head is too rushed, if i get famous i'll be fucked

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

But she sure can get you high if the coke let her

I came back and the fuckers killed brother

Cafe, momma, let me thrown on the rubber

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

Cause i’ve been counting all this dirty paper for a minute

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm