This is a song about "My dead brother el"

But i'm a different route, hip-hop lyric route

Your brother tried to suck my d but i ain't no fruit

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

When i get to warwick avenue

My little brother could rap better than you

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

But that's what he liked her

Lost ma mother and my brother

To my own fucking brother

Say bye bye to her

It's no drought were i be, bitch no police, here's fire wings

My brother do it too.... tell me what's the difference,

Ho's, got a list, but i gotta pick

But my brother said no free, wait for the trick