This is a song about "Long sleeve bros"

Looking obscene swastika carved into my sleeve

And danced around the house in all-over print panties

Nigga, i'm a bastard, i fuck with chord keys

Like bitch please, if my heart was on my sleeve

Nights are still tough and long,

I know my daddy gone

Pay homage to a god, bitch fall on your knees

While the world wipes his ass clean with your sleeve

Cunts goin round wid a strap, one shot your bros gone//

For tryin' to communicate through a song

I'll kill mc's with a magician's list of tricks up my sleeve.

I know just what you need nigga that know when to leave

But i have something you never get! real friends, real bros. support everywhere,

Meet me in the tele where the lobby at, i'm probably there