This is a song about "My bruhvas"

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Plumber in the back seat, pipe work

Malia family, we the family

That is my wish, my fantasy.

About disaster in the world and

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

Magic city tipping them

My words are my rhythm

Herpes virus, yeah bitch, i fought one

Grab my knife and my gun

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin

This is my original, my validation

All the young motherfuckers that was took in they prime

This is just my year, just my day, and just my time

My own unknown is my enemy,

They say nothings ever free