This is a song about "My brotha"

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex

Niggas in jerusalem, waitin for signs

Now i know my wrongs from my rights, days from my nights

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

A straight thug motherfucker who ain't scared to bust

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

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

They just wanna dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

See my pain through my eyes,

Right flows down and they might go nice