This is a song about "My brther"

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

These my rhymes and my story

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Thats how i live my life thats my motto thats my armor.

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Cause i show fur, no bikini wax

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

Grab my knife and my gun

They had a hell of a run

My shirt, purple label my shirt

That we picked up at the last concert

And they can't see the tragedy

That is my wish, my fantasy.

See my pain through my eyes,

Sit back and watch your sunrise