This is a song about "Fallen brothers"

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

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

He said that he rather put the pump to his face

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

I live the street life, ya heard? guns, money and birds

Littered with the bitter corpses of fallen soldiers/

But make sure if they do see

A crest-fallen prodigy

You little young-ass motherfuckers

These rebels are my brothers

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Thats the end of my speech, i'm a need you to clap

Fallen through the time hole and cant get back

So if it comes down, may the best man win

We brothers forever, to the end and counting