This is a song about "My brother ben"

I am not paying no motherfucking retail for purple label this summer

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

When i used to play outside with my brother in september

Don't always fuck me good, i'm just too cheap to divorce her

My brother took a quick look, then he noticed it on fire.

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Say a grown man can separate lust from love

But i got more tricks up my sleeves then fucking ben ten

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

I done came too far to regard me as the regular

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

To my own fucking brother

Huh, i can't interpret her

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

See me off the bay with san quinn in a beige coupe