This is a song about "Stinky brothers"

These rebels are my brothers

We should fuck each others mothers

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

I ain’t gotta lie, they know i’m the truth

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

Talking of the gods you serve

And i'm right behind him in a coupe that we drive

Fathers and brothers gritty dimple smiles

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

Nasty new street slugger, my heat seeks suckers

It to others got two role models aka brothers

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

My brothers can decease like shakespeare

But still homey keep it real, how does it feel