This is a song about "Brothers clothes"

But youre there and the fuzz shaking the drugs out your clothes

And a nigga have ‘em beefin’ on who gon' twist up my new growth

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

Iron my clothes, pick out some shoes

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I rock cool clothes and the dopest sweater,

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

That they probably be in the closet of old folks

She's shivering in the cold, 'cause she's outside with no clothes

My only real influences were my brothers,

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

Know just what you worth

Let there be made brothers,