This is a song about "My brother jonathon"

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

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Hey, who dat, who dat? that nigga you been waiting for

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

I like a down-lookin, all for it, flower bomb

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

That scary love, never get married love

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

When i'm fuckin' and we on cloud nine for that minute

My best friends brother hung himself,

Cause i can't seem to feel myself

Just searching for the perfect shot

My brother need a new job