This is a song about "Where brothers"

Yessir, lets have a toast for the girls

Born in 95 im my brothers keepers

I'm eating real good, no soup for you

Branko brothers gone and gang wars too

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

My only real influences were my brothers,

I'm in love with a woman who is crazy

I have four brothers that look up to me

We love each other, nothin' subtle, be like fuckin' brothers,

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

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

When your religion has made decisions to spill the blood of brothers,

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

Then never touch it, like your goatee it's grown for years

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

From who knows what brothers don't bother