This is a song about "Stillborn brothers"

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

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

My brothers can decease like shakespeare

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

And starting to look out more for our brothers

You and i were basically brothers

Until the day i put 100k inside her purse

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Let there be made brothers,

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

Like food for thought was my father but i ain't have the hunger

Livin' with 2 brothers, 2 grandparents and a mother