This is a song about "Brothers"

Let there be made brothers,

The richest place on earth

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

You good man, we don't want you

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Escobar season begins, so let the semis ring

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

Know it hurts that she flirts with a nigga this is worse

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

My brothers they tried to jump me

With your flashlight, tell me what do you see

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

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve