This is a song about "16 brothers"

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

You can never tell me that i'm not hungry

I know my brothers would die for me.

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

What we gotta do to survive

Let there be made brothers,

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

So if it comes down, may the best man win

We brothers forever, to the end and counting