This is a song about "My big brother christopher"

My name is christopher, landed and titled

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

And let them lames get your old number

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

That's life shit alright, shit, i could call you right quick

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

To my own fucking brother

The choice can be no other

So high i’m on the ceiling baby

Then my brother started picking on me

Metaphor, chilling with better whores

Oh brother all this, cus i got big balls

Ya'll wife and white knight her

Lost ma mother and my brother