This is a song about "Step brothers"

A step by step book let

Kick back and know yo son set

My only real influences were my brothers,

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

Let there be made brothers,

Know just what you worth

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

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

Niggas from where i'm from they don't fuck with fights

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

We love each other, nothin' subtle, be like fuckin' brothers,

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