This is a song about "A brothers who gets on your nerves"

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

Don't make me shoot up this place with light sabers and guns

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

Rozay told me break a leg no wonder why i care again

But your selling weed your the guy that gets them a ten

Im that kid who gets bullied every day

I’m on this one way headed where the slums play

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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