This is a song about "The mario brothers"

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

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

We got stripes in my city, ain't none of my niggas yankees though

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

Bitch, i ball, ho, you lame, look at my laneys, switchin’ lanes

Disintegrate the others like the brothers wanted to integrate

Kill you, shoot the funeral up and harlem shake at your wake

Pray to god i don't do some stupid shit and end up in a hearse

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

I said patience persistence got the world listening

This is for all the brothers who think they're not worth living

Deep into her soul, slow, now he's in controlpop's doing worse, a victim of his deadly curse

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

My densest frees are condensed in this verse for the better or worse

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