This is a song about "My bruvva"

Flyer then the rest of them

My words are my rhythm

Third ward general, young cash money

That is my wish, my fantasy.

My cash effected, my brain insane,

And not a single feature except lil wayne

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

Grab your bulletproof vest niggacause its gonna be a long one

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

My own unknown is my enemy,

My bitch bad, looking like a bag of money

This is my original, my validation

Dirty rotten nigger picked it from a cotton gin