This is a song about "My brothers"

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

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

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Yeah, look here i pay dues

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Ya'll don't move em' you dudes is at that slow pace

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Shit, i don't give a fuck, your family looking for you, wish them good luck

My relationship with my brothers is complicated as fuck.

From who knows what brothers don't bother

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

These rebels are my brothers

The next day you is everybody target

My brothers out producing beats i gotta spit