This is a song about "My brothe"

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

My kick game be making fifa envy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

But make sure if they do see

That we picked up at the last concert

My shirt, purple label my shirt

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

She fly high, high in the sky, ho i can't see you

My streaks my testament.

Spend the night with me, we'll talk and

Every nigga can't dunk, some white man can jump

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Monday through monday we be cashing checks

Thought you was a cutie, though your booty mad thin

This is my original, my validation