This is a song about "My brothee"

With a ski maski'm the first one to warn them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

This is my original, my validation

We lookin' for something like navigation

These my rhymes and my story

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Got my head in my hands.

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Enforce, i'm elegant and

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

My words are my rhythm

And i am one of one