This is a song about "Taking care of my 4yr bro"

You gone take care of my

I mean the game been dry

You gone take care of my

Blowin' fluke horns, i'm not high

A damn shame, the girl can hardly spell her namethat's not our problem, that's up to brenda's family

You're like a cavity, the agony of listening to you is taking away my sanity/

It's how we put it there

My coach ain't care, so i ain't care

People taking my money because

Kidnap a dt, tie his ass to a cross

My ghetto’s full of tough brainless thugs who taking drugs,

In a malcolm x shirt chillin' with the ku klux

Stop taking drugs and be aware of cops hey yo mcee obey my fucken law and shut of the computer bro

Tell me i ain't god's son, nigga mom a virginwe got evicted had to leave the burbs, back in the ghetto

Ok, polo with no horse though, d.c. well of course though

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