This is a song about "Step brothers"

Lets come up to my city

I know my brothers would die for me.

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

And starting to look out more for our brothers

It to others got two role models aka brothers

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

From who knows what brothers don't bother

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

When they're just like each other, they're even maybe brothers,

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

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

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