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

Baby told me that she never memorized a verse

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

I think you never heard the intense but it aint sexuall it's hate i aint rapping for the money

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

But whenever there's pain, that feeling forever remains

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

And starting to look out more for our brothers

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

I'm tryna learn somethin new

I set a table for two

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

I run for the money

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

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,