This is a song about "Missing my brothers and sisters"

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

And i'm on you rapper's ass like brake lights

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

And tell them bitches we real niggas is bout that

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Fresh out the chair with the clippers

Africa and europe, it's a small world we truly neighbors

Everynight i stare, and say my prayers, blood drips from the missing layers,

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

No kids, no ring herd she do your own thing

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

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

My only real influences were my brothers,

And this world's mine, but the womb is hers