This is a song about "Shitty brothers"

These rebels are my brothers

Penncounting pennys over tha years

Better yet they work my every nerve

You and i were basically brothers

Let there be made brothers,

We should fuck each others mothers

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Tell mr. hill we ain't trippin, we cool

Who won't refer twilight, knows it's shitty, poor

Wiz khalifa's gear none of that shitty home grown

You gon' miss a good thing, end up bitter alone

Haters gettin shitty

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free