This is a song about "My drug attic brother"

Flyest nigga in this bitch, and i don't even own no chain

Call my rapping a drug and start damaging your brain

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

Now shes in my attic crying id be afraid too

Real slow yea i'll make you feel special

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

To my own fucking brother

Are you perfect motherfucker

And put together a million march for some gangsta shit

Drug myself unconscious but my buzz is still definite

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

My close brother will sting you worst than a queen bee

If you don’t recognize, you gon’ see

Tie titanium around their neck and watch em panic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic