This is a song about "Brothers"

From who knows what brothers don't bother

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

These rebels are my brothers

The richest place on earth

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

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

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

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

So they just keep going, saying nigga in his face

But i think i like that, just maybe

My brothers they tried to jump me

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave