This is a song about "Being with my brothers"

Cold to the bone, holdin' my claim / as being dope with the flows n' closest to fame

Let you niggas know milita my gang, mcn if you was thinkin’ it’s a game

Nigga, rap, you fuckin' suck probably

My brothers they tried to jump me

Accusation of being a felon cause i murder with my pack

Wocky, she's a dancer, walkie-talkie ace for back up like fag

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

Are you afraid of a thug? and have you ever made love

I'm tryna better my chances of becoming a star

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

And you can underrate me, but i know what i'm worth

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

But fuck that, cindi was my dope fiend motherwelfare checks never stepped through the front door

Jesus i love you with every fiber of my being you know it, its hard for