This is a song about "Unger brothers"

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Its cold as shit in this booth

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

My only real influences were my brothers,

These rebels are my brothers

They slowly showin they colors

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

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

To the point that he just breaks, snaps, and it's all it takes

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

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

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Ya so fine i got to give it to you

Don't call it a comeback, i been here for years

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,