This is a song about "True brothers"

Let there be made brothers,

This ones for the lovers

My brothers can decease like shakespeare

Cee said, oaknair finna be here

You and i were basically brothers

Talking about the god you serve

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,

The motherfucking kenner brothers,

You little young-ass motherfuckers

I wanna feel whats true

I'm coming home with you

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

My only real influences were my brothers,

I'm through trial, no more smiles, for a couple years