This is a song about "Fat brothers"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

See my desire for the lust, fucked up what was love

I know my brothers would die for me.

Once as a slave who imagined being free

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

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Click clack with a switch fat

Top dropped down, black on black

Before we see it's hard to live

I'll do a fat line and spit some fat rhymes

From who knows what brothers don't bother

Team shine hard, you'll squint at the roster

Fat bars ziggys trips and vodka....

That's gettin' oldplus with tha drama