This is a song about "Splash brothers"

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

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

It's hard to make a splash when you never move around,

Girl you’re gonna want another round, another round

Talking about the god you serve

These rebels are my brothers

Then summertime, splash dash go for cash like jackson pollock

Thick legs, big ole jugs legs stick like rims on the truck

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years

My only real influences were my brothers,

I know my brothers would die for me.

So gon' and be my dealer baby

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Wale, more times than not, am not for whom the air waves

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

You and i were basically brothers