This is a song about "Stinky brothers"

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

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

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Nothing but my dreams matterhoping for better days

Got one, got two, three, four girls

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Tinted out, you ain't seeing through

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Half my peers, they're stretched for years

Let there be made brothers,

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

They slowly showin they colors

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

Uhh, addicts arise, when i arrive