This is a song about "Family and brothers"

Into something with swag, nigga, don't be mad

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

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

With friends and family

Cleverly comprised/ together with friends, family and dalliance

From the palms of jeffrey dahmer, baby mamas said the kicks

And starting to look out more for our brothers

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Mentally endangered as a kid my brothers were favored. and i was dispised by