This is a song about "My lil bro frankie"

Dub a.l.e., still a son of a gun

To worry about me and my bro steven

Paid for trips to italy for me, her, my bro and dad.

Make sure it's mean so them fiends keep on coming back

I'm smokin' that weed while i fuck with my high's bro

Money got me pulling strings, i got that geppetto dough

Where you went wrong was hit on my bro,

Your girlfriend want to follow

Right with my bro sniper,

And that i spent the night with her

And i never put a ho before my bro

They knee deep in today, ain’t too fond of tomorrow

Jim chose to give his work to smash in dough

Don't say fuck him, you say they my homies bro