This is a song about "My smart brother that plays basketball football and baseball"

Grab that knife, go on a boulevard, kill every one there, and to be smart

Come be my heroyou can take your cape offyou dont need that to save my heart

Said "how?" "don't trip," but, yo, the trick is wrong

And then the box plays my favorite b.o.b. song,

That's my old days role plays

And pray for better days

Readily she plays my skin flute, heavenly melody

It ain't nothing to me, i’m who they coming to see

And i'mma show you how the south was won

And i prayed for my brother to be in no harm

Pull up to my trap, i full plays

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Nigga fuck that gin & juice, i'm fuckin with hennessyjust pour me a glass of that dark shit

Me and knb both feel underrated, i consider him my brother even though we aint blood related

Move on, a war going on outside no one is safe from

Basketball is a sport to play and understand have some