This is a song about "Little brother in a house dieing"

Live in a big house , shit they even own a chopper.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Broke back brothers, you a faggot ass brother

It's like we both forgot what we were fightin' for

We popping bottles, it don't stop

My brother need a new job

Lying to the children when she know you ain't the dad

Cop a house in the suburbs just to throw some parties at

But since whitley gilbert and jada pinkett my world been different

Then maybe have a couple babies live in a little house by the beach and

Than other people do in their entire house

Cause i'm now, livin' this life with foolproof doubts

When the truth came out i'm a rapper not a poet "aka" the people's mouth

Pick up my knife and slaughter cops in my own house, pigs everywhere like a slaughterhouse,