This is a song about "Brothers sisters and relations"

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

When they twist and talk with they fingers

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

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

Instead of countin sheep, niggas countin cannibalsand that's how it is in the pen

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

Fuck this rap shit, i'll die for mine, motherfucker

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

'cuz y'all don't understand i will not lose

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I don't know why i'm even on this track

We're like brothers, and we're jacking acs, pack a mac-10,