This is a song about "An absence of my sister sad"

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

You gon' need a couple stars to get your first victor

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Bb king or the neighbors of snoop

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

You trying hard to maintain, then go headcause i ain't mad at cha

Stitching lyrical sutures, i know my absence wounds ya

Only fear death when you staring down a loaded gun

Let my sister get raped cause i'm that young,

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

I cannot believe you think you young and tripping