This is a song about "Itz brothers"

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

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

I'm just saying rap's dead when i'm not here

My brothers can decease like shakespeare

Took my heart away from money

I know my brothers would die for me.

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

And the sun don't shine and you mind just wonders

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,

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

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Talking of the gods you serve

Let there be made brothers,

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

My time with their half-witted reviews