This is a song about "My brother zach"

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

In the clouds looking down, i ain't even in a rush

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

He's on rappad like "yo justin, man i look up to you, you're like my brother"

That moschino shit is so back

No need to fight back, we have zach/

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick

You by the cooler yea you niggas don't get no tick

So it leaves me to wonder

To my own fucking brother

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever

This is like riding through the city

Then my brother started picking on me