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

High as shit, i’m in a booth

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

My brothers they tried to jump me

My slight fo's just talk dirty

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

And i have to say that music keeps me here, by far, the main thing

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Can't nothing come between me and you

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Mentally endangered as a kid my brothers were favored. and i was dispised by

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

And starting to look out more for our brothers