This is a song about "My brother tre"

Win or losered or bluewe must all stay true

My little brother could rap better than you

Let me change the temperature

Lost ma mother and my brother

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

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

My jobs quite hard but see all of its mental

Rollex on my neck 20 k for my brother

I bet i get the fall rosay had this summer

My best friends brother hung himself,

And if you pay for that yourself

Wale, spitta, 9th wonder

To my own fucking brother

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

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