This is a song about "My bruvva"

My own unknown is my enemy,

And there is no chemistry

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

You can see with your fans

My cash effected, my brain insane,

Searching for fortune and fame

My glocks steady,my walls up, my teams ready

Playbook like a oxford dictionary

My words are my rhythm

Bad hoes i'm seen with them

Weres my opinion, whats my religion,

Cause i ain't really lift weights, i didn't need them

My shirt, purple label my shirt

Girl, i put in that work

See my pain through my eyes,

Sky high, iced out paradise