This is a song about "Stinky brothers"

Talking about the god you serve

You and i were basically brothers

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

And starting to look out more for our brothers

You need more grease in your hair, so they weaves you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Let there be made brothers,

Know just what your worth

It to others got two role models aka brothers

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

With these cheese that i'm chewing they should call me stinky bishop/

He said you're better without him, i'm not the only fuck

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

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

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

What we gotta do to survive