This is a song about "I mess my brothers"

Look so clean, my minds a mess though

See i wouldn’t wish success on my worst foe

Oldest nation on this earth

These rebels are my brothers

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

I have four brothers that look up to me

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Mentally endangered as a kid my brothers were favored. and i was dispised by

My life was such a mess,

I don't fear death

Polluting my computer are the sons of such medusas//a mess

Becoming a good rapper ain't that easy of a process

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

You and i were basically brothers

Never give my heart to hoes that want my play shit

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit