This is a song about "Where brothers"

Bouncing between the extremes of my two brothers/

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

The hate that caused the conflicts that turned up brothers,

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

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,

I know my brothers would die for me.

Hail mary nigga, run quick see

Thinking about who the fuck your nigga gone serve

Never give in to sin, unorthodox for my brothers,

My brothers need some clothes and shoes

Yea, smoking loud enjoying my youth

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

Jacking off to buffering vids of asher roth eating apple sauce

And ain't it shameful, how niggas blame hoes for givin' birth

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