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

And i make music for the fuck of it, no fame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Thinking he wont goddamnit he will

You fumbled in a drill, young man get on the hill

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

And throw up the diamond sign, boy you know i'mma shine

That fire flow the finest women i adore

A man around 40, he answers the door,

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

With 80 racks in my pocket, nigga i go in all night

I pray whenever i’m seen in my city i forever resemble braille

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

Yessir... momma looking puerto rican and she got the best hair

Thinking he can lyrically wrassle with me my ric flair

I’m gonna pop some tags, only got twenty dollars in my pocket

Starting to bang your head slightly against the door thinking man i should quit