This is a song about "My brothee"

... club, we'll be actin' real nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Why me, i say it cause we number one

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And i put that on my name

Good love then i can do that for her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

Simon says touch your's while you touch mine

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

A coward dies a thousand deaths

God willing i'll proceed to a good husband

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I felt my body get heavy, from my neck to my waist.

I'm using my tooth bait to get that bitches teeth paste