This is a song about "My brother jeff"

My brother need a new job

Believe me i'mma be your god

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

My brother do it too.... tell me what's the difference,

Come on kids, fuck that class and hit that bong

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

You bulemic, struggling niggas ain’t eating supper

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

T.i. literally wanted to shoot up the charts

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,