This is a song about "Brothers sisters and relations"

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

In conjunction with the pressure that we're under

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

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

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

While syd is telling me that she's been getting intimate with men

Then these bullies fight back and hold some glass to his brothers neck

Hungry like the nigga who ain't got the taste of fame yet

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

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

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Make sure your fuckin' feelings end up up in a glad bag

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

Greed written on her face when i bought her first bag

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