This is a song about "Stillborn 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,

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

It to others got two role models aka brothers

See me, i’d rather cut let ya body give birth

And starting to look out more for our brothers

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

These rebels are my brothers

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Malia family, we the family

I know my brothers would die for me.