This is a song about "Fake brothers"

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

I'm tryna follow money, she tryna fall in love

On twitter today / #ripping this fake

And that was when i was in the eighth grade

Let there be made brothers,

They slowly showin they colors

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Goin’ for the grips every day ’til the grave

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

My only real influences were my brothers,

With fake accounts,stop seeking fake help

So check the verse miss. i ain't say i'm perfect

Birkin' baby, go merk 'em baby

I know my brothers would die for me.