This is a song about "3 brothers"

The say they're heartless, but i feel them when they show me love

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Trying to shake, the crates and fakes and snakes

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Let there be made brothers,

This ones for the lovers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

These rebels are my brothers