This is a song about "My brothe"

That bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

My own unknown is my enemy,

Bet i be like fenway out in boston, my green is a monster

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

I beach chair, with my malibu vision

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

My nitty bag, my kitty boost

Get around like tupac, i'm not worked up, i'm wound/

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

They just wanna dance

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

Niggas rollin' deep, burners pulled out

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin