This is a song about "My drug attic brother"

You could see in the faces of me, michael, my dad, anyone... my brother.

Ya'll better hope 2012 really real, cause the way i feel i'mma make ya'll suffer

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

When big lips is in the attic armed with an addict's arm

If i give a fuck, it's probably from my dick

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

My brother, you chose to dance with the devil

Forever i ain't run yet and i never will

Then my brother started picking on me

Got me shooting at a ghostsome call me crazy

No benefits still a nigga never hissy fit

Drug myself unconscious but my buzz is still definite