This is a song about "Brothers"

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

"what you doin'?" nothin' much, would shout some other stuff

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Put expressions in their music and create the face

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

And starting to look out more for our brothers

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Good love then i can do that for her

From who knows what brothers don't bother

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Magazines who at times seem to misuse

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others