This is a song about "Little brothers"

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Daytime bus pass, now it’s night flights

My only real influences were my brothers,

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

My bitch is the type of bitch that niggas wanna cuff

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

You just servin yourself, go pull up to pump three

I have four brothers that look up to me

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

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

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