This is a song about "The mario brothers"

You and i were basically brothers

You little young-ass motherfuckers

We brothers forever, to the end and counting

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Of others, there own brothers, just for a porsche and the chains,

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

They never envisioned a rift, but time was flippin' the script on the brothers

The flow hot nasty like a couple siracha flavored used rubbers/

I'm tryna find myself, i'm searchin deep for kendrick lamar

But when im with my brothers with this haze in the car

Messing with 6 mario rappers on mushrooms

A photographic memory, i'm never gonna lose

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

Bearing the knowledge that, our brothers in africa are hunting resource

Before you know it, she wet enough to get drowned slow

Be some brothers from the east with some beats that be thorough