This is a song about "My brother derek"

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

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

Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

Ha, running rebel on another level

My little brother could rap better than you

Put it all on the table, do it like a menu

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

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

Hoes snitched to the po-lice, now my nigga's bustedthe cops whoopin on my nigga in jail

No cadillac, no perms, you can't see

Then my brother started picking on me