This is a song about "Blood brothers"

Don't fuck around and make it true

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

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

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

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

You and i were basically brothers

They slowly showin they colors

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Royal rumble super smash brothers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource