This is a song about "Two brothers rapping for money"

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

I like rollin' with friends

You ask for my two cents

A happy home, that's my fantasy

Don't sacrifice your morals for money

Ridin’ round, and this bitch dirty

I know my brothers would die for me.

My and my 10 brothers dont have money for tha bail. it's hell,

Now you finna cut your hair, you waiting to excel

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

And starting to look out more for our brothers

Blow up on this society

Im in it for the money