This is a song about "My brother tj"

My little brother could rap better than you

I gotta tell you that my love is true

Four out of five try to fake and get serious

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

There's a million names for your kind of chronic

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

I kill me just like you from the back you'll see

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Bitches talk to me, and they send you niggas postcards

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Flower bomb, matter fact she on that bong