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

I know a bunch of envious niggas don't love my city

Boys stoppin me in the hall and theyer saying hey g

And mansions on the fault line of a shaky market

Or i could lick at da split where your clit sits and tongue flip it.

My kicks like my chick, i don’t need to know the numbers

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

Mentally endangered as a kid my brothers were favored. and i was dispised by

But instead i got a sister, just like me with her mister nada

Walk into the bathroom stall and i'd rather see em take a bullet in da

It's enough to make you crazy, it's fuckin with my domeya only live once on this earth

Stubborn hiding under the covers, this fighting and writing is what makes us brothers

Bumpin' heavy d and the boys, still chunky but funky

But if so, i'll take the scorn, indeed happily

Matter fact i am farmer john milkin' cattle tracks

That they thought were sweet boys but were actually scumbags