This is a song about "Gay brothers"

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

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Hot man, god damn, killa cam be live

Little gay looking boy

Turn the hate on, eyes on me with their kiddie coy

Let there be made brothers,

Let's enjoy our younger years

Posters on the wall, posted on my balls

Those faggots won the gay off

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

My home girl told me i got an issue

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

Sometimes you buy the ring, with no problems you will love

Get a glass and put chris on, yea

You think im gay gay, what the hey hey