This is a song about "Dope dealing and brothers"

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

So now i’m under pressure i want it bad

Bought the dope and have hoes

I think that she knows

Ambition is priceless that’s something in your veins

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

I don't wanna mope, and i don't have no dope,

I got the idea from a letter that the shit wrote

A sore feeling we're dealing with killings ill and surreal

Phone home shawty you know you a brother out of here

And have the vatican blastin "bitches and dope"/

Smoke that mark mcgwire strong, oakland a no basic smoke

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Hey now got a thing for you

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

The therapist said hello but my mom would wonder