This is a song about "My broth"

Ironic this verse was conceived while drivin’ a lex

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

Grab my knife and my gun

And i listen to common

I don't trust no one

My words are my rhythm

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

Let's get off the phone and we can speak when i see you

I guess i'm leftwich cause i still get to win

This is my original, my validation

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My cash effected, my brain insane,

I live my life in tha fast lane