This is a song about "My ugly brother"

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

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

My brother took a quick look, then he noticed it on fire.

Yeah this the illest bitch alive, i love her freaky side

My brother on the bottom bunk, hates it, but it's all right

Fuckin around so i end up like my brother

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Press throw and brother see my demons in three pieces

Next month i want that plus, money long as your tour bus

I be calling out game like miles at the farms

Had to watch to my own brother die in my arms

Telling themselves they ugly

Killer stay uptown, louden va tree

Rearrange yo rocks you got a gang of friends, money

Then my brother started picking on me