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

We can count the stars on the hood in your father's car

A sub-par rapper who gets prosts drunk on cheap alcohol

So i'mma push it to the end and take quarters on shots

Quit your job call your boss a slob who needs a wash

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

My effort is contagious, so check this boa shit

Don't distress your nerves but go head first and amend thirst

Chillin' in pajamis, waitin' on the first

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves

I'm just tryin to get back, to what really matters

Your kind gets dismembered not with a knife or whatever

If its not couture, i will not go to her

I gets down like brothers are found ducking from bullets

I'ma get this girl that be stuffin my bricks