This is a song about "Hand it over to my sister"

And i'm as high as deion feet is headed to the house

It landed in my left hand while he started going south

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

And when the smoke clears don’t you dare ask who could

Got a helping hand and i'm willing to lend it

And if you got it you gettin wet, nigga bet on that

White mans world that i'm livin' in, some say

So now that it's over, is it over to stay?

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

Inferior, but i'm nice

Hand over the knife please

We are the hope of the culture, they supposed to listen

I got to rip it over, spit it sober, lip it under my tongue

Your sort of like my sister,

Girl, what you grabbing cash for