This is a song about "My bro"

He would end up getting shot upnow i could not walk away

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

I don't want to grow up, i know that shit for a fact, nigga eighteen

Wish i could make ma(bro) ma father a king, and my mother a queen

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Quit bro get out my battle winning me is a fable

You are now face to face with a thorough pharaoh who be down on death row

My last challenger said "sorry youre right bro" told all the hos its a typo!

To make me and my bro happy, their smile was the brightest ray

And keep a tight grip for everyone waiting on the day i slay

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro

I get it poppin like pacman, ask polo

Ain't tryin to be your god, just want to live my dreams

My heart sank when my bro was shot in the streets,

In your ears as i kiss ya, on every curveslow down baby don't rush, i like it slow

Cause my charisma is a stigma, i look in the mirror, i'm poisonous vanilla bro/