This is a song about "Bros not by bl"

They must come with a bible, swine flu, and a pistol

Eight thousand years have gone by and yahyah's not quite so little,

Make my women follow dreams, pussy popping follow head

Misled by aristotle, not on his level yet/

Not intimidated by death nor the slammer,

Other dudes be huggin and nourishin her

I give up my light like an interracial couple wit a child

By not enough of time, to insight a line, i've sacrificed