This is a song about "My brother brett"

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

I wish my brother was freed, they fill the jails with blacks cause we can't afford the bail,

Word to rudy nigga i am ill you is nothin but some eos with no gordon got trail

It’s hip-hop, not pop

My brother need a new job

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

A lil' closer let me see you in the spot light

To make karma come faster than she normally will

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

I treat bitches straight up, like simon says

My best friends brother hung himself,

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

I got nice hands, niggas eat out my big palms