This is a song about "Chuckle brothers"

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

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

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

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

You and i were basically brothers

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

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

And starting to look out more for our brothers

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters