This is a song about "Dutch brothers"

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Roll it up in papers to burn a hole like a dutch

Your heart literally is what i do want for lunch

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

I call em up, they might fall through

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

You and i were basically brothers

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Heyyy! better daysgot me thinkin' 'bout better days

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth