This is a song about "Fat brothers"

Its cold as shit in this booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

From who knows what brothers don't bother

Picture this: picking kicks out of foot locker

I shall entrap, your ass, its fat

Baby all i do is rap

They slowly showin they colors

Let there be made brothers,

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Bring that dude to life day, he wasn't at the meeting

Violence on my uncle, was working with two strikes

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

I'm in new york now, like akeem and semmi was

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,