This is a song about "My brother dying"

Wear out tracks, let me do my thing, i got 16, for this roscoe thing

Fuck it grab my smg and cock it,cock a doodle doo now see whos dying

I’m only dealin' with you, nothin' to do with your man

You say the art's dying, nah brother buy an album, the plan

My little brother could rap better than you

Man, this nigga ugly and he raps, ooh

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

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

Cause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the don

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

Who was at my house taking care of dying granny