This is a song about "My broth"

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

My own unknown is my enemy,

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

These my rhymes and my story

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation

Scrilla fan, oh boy and

My streaks my testament.

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

The world should turn as soon as my records spin

Yeah i ain't done

My words are my rhythm

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I like my hoodies fucked with lame