This is a song about "I mess my brothers"

No blunts, lil' bro wan' roll up joints

You don't mess with 12, my boys

My brothers they tried to jump me

You a lady boss, now you fly free

You and i were basically brothers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Eighty percent of kids are listening to y'all shit

Black 3 cement, sag jean sitting - low

Look so clean, my minds a mess though

Please help me doctor my life is a mess

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

Lord, forgive me, as a kid, i used to look at niggas jealous

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls