This is a song about "My brother thinking he s the man"

I'm leaving you for the last time, baby

Sitting at home thinking "man where could my father be?"

Im just a young buck trapped in the mind of a man in his mid 80's

And wale been tellin' other rappers take a deep breath

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

She wanna tear the mall down throwin’ stacks quick

My balls buff like he-man

I'm a son of gun

Cause hype gets you rick mirer'd every single time

Bonded with the children of zion, my mind is s-s-s-so divine.

But i took a fly route to an opposite shore

A man around 40, he answers the door,

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

How bout my brother toast kitty, he produces beats that sound like symphony's,