This is a song about "My brothe"

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

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Man it’s the killer tracks

That is my wish, my fantasy.

And now that i’m getting money

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

My own unknown is my enemy,

And losin all his money

Anyways give it up the capital the nation

This is my original, my validation

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

Bein' a woman, a black woman at that, no doubt

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And there's little to be glad for