This is a song about "My drug attic brother"

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I am my own father, i am my own brother,

My past isn't tragic, but i've got a couple of skeletons in my attic

Did you have fun?cause i'mma need a cab just to get me homemaybe you could call in sick

At dinner with hov hoping that he pass the baton

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Drug myself unconscious but my buzz is still definite

But you niggas too weak, but just give me 2 weeks and i'm good

Believe me i'mma be your god

My brother need a new job

Cuz if i hit it now these feelings take a different route

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

Anonymoose peace, keep it trill my brother,

He got a wife, ex-wife, and a baby mother

Fuckin around so i end up like my brother

This man can single handedly save the culture