This is a song about "My drug attic brother"

And a hi-hat made of plastic, nigga's sound is elastic

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

Fuckin around so i end up like my brother

Baby we need each other, don't want to meet your mother

My verse is taken like a drug, needle dropped in the vein

Who do you blame? it's a shame because the man's slain

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

That my uncle todd and brother rod went to vancouver

That's all a nigga needs, i get through without food

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

I spit it like a loaded nine, pop

My brother need a new job

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

Roses/ and immortal tactics buried in my attic

I'm inhaling this drug trynna heal my pain. ima loser,

Baby mothers quittin school, nigga now it's up to her