This is a song about "True brothers"

I refuse to be another being on this earth

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

George bush got some nerve, fuck a war, we trying to serve

My only real influences were my brothers,

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

Probably fuck up your budget, yea, i’m playing with numbers

It's 14 racks, what i put on that purse

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yesterday's paper, that's why you old news

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

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

You and i were basically brothers

We should fuck each others mothers

My dreams started coming true

The boa know they loving the crew