This is a song about "Blood brothers"

Let there be made brothers,

Know just what you worth

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

These rebels are my brothers

This one's for the lovers

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

This is only for the hip-hop lovers

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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

Full up to fuck with blood,

I love you though i'll still fuck

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters