This is a song about "My broth"

It's never late, we celebrate soon as your papers done

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

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

I’m just multiplying my money and dividing the legs

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Don't 'nar confuse, i ain't a friend of you

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

I gave ya'll wizardry with my hands

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Who didn't really care to see, or give a damn if she

You heard my name in my last rap but not my story

These my rhymes and my story

You a lady boss, now you fly free

I sip the def ale with all the fly women

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,