This is a song about "Brothers and sisters"

Flow so sick thought he wrote the rap for him - no sir

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Also, this mothafucka got a nine to five

Chillen with brothers, blacks and crakers, im not racist i just call em how i see em,

Notice everything it wasn't. realizing why it shouldn't ever be again

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

And even if i do i know my momma gon be well

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

A fuckin' sausage fest will them shaky niggas get married then

Souls of brothers and mothers that live on, we never do miss ém,

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

I was alerting her just to reinsert in her