This is a song about "Chuckle brothers"

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

To make karma come faster than she normally will

I came out the jungle as a puzzle and you chuckle

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

And starting to look out more for our brothers

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

From who knows what brothers don't bother

That damier bag i bought her

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

A military mind mean money

I know my brothers would die for me.

Henny in my cup don't need no chase

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace