This is a song about "Dope dealing and brothers"

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

Call me cocky i love it, baby father a sucker

Lifestyles of the young and the broke

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

Now me, tony, g, and tre got the keys to the nation

Dealing in depression, murder and lyrical impregnation

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And starting to look out more for our brothers

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Snorin' in the bed with blankets cause my head spin

I used to fiend for your sister, but never went up in her

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

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