This is a song about "Bad brothers"

My only real influences were my brothers,

We are being wiped off the face of this earth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Where they cherish gangsters and not teachers

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

We love each other, nothin' subtle, be like fuckin' brothers,

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Put expressions in their music and create the face

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,