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

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

But that's a shitty accent you should've figured that

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit

Don't worry bout a thang baby

I know my brothers would die for me.

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

I'm a form a petition, someone gotta be listening

And starting to look out more for our brothers

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Never wanted so bad for 2pac to be alive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

And there ain't been no buster, prepared for you suckers

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad