This is a song about "Love brothers baseball"

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

Fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

You reflect me, i love that about you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Put expressions in their music and create the face

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

A real live tale about a snitch named haitian jack

Now there fucking dead i've hit them with a baseball bat.

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

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

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Kill the jungle let the cats loose

And i ain't worried bout a damn thang, with unconditional love

My daughters will have brothers acting overprotective,