This is a song about "My broth"

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

My brother got knocked now they hold him in cells

Grab my knife and my gun

On the bible you can run

To have my name engraved is my crave till my grave x2

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

My words are my rhythm

Shout out chicken getting chicken

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise

I stayed away from reading the plain dealer

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

My streaks my testament.

Attention is a must