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

My only real influences were my brothers,

Is probably filled with some other niggas numbers

Drivin and typin, not payin attention, missin they next exit

Before i was bawling at night, the warmth and the sky were my fondest respite

The game wit a field goal our coach said good job boys u were on a roll

But when i fuckin' go, lucifer will probably have my soul

Atypical, we thought, we were at the time

I shoot you and kill ya homie, with the same damn nine

We were drunk and high at the same time, so it's kinda hazy,

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

That they thought were sweet boys but were actually scumbags

Hop over, run backwards, with a knap sack of green supreme hats

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

That bastard was buzzing like woody so we get it for free

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

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