This is a song about "Were da brothers and the boys at"

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

Girls will love you for your cross they ain't jesus lovers

And a nose full of chowder, he's choppin' up all the doubters see

Teens turn to annoyed zombies and feast on the boys in abercrombie

Bumping heavy d and the boys, still chunky, but funky

I’m at dulles with luggage fly straight to the money

And the discography, somethin' you got to see

With mp3s more dated and faded than the boys and heavy d

My only real influences were my brothers,

Multiple colors, my mind's more productive than others

Me and my boys gonna rule the south me and my boys gonna make it bounce

I step through the stomach, replace the baby with some fucking pounds

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

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

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

The motherfucking kenner brothers,