This is a song about "I will die for my sister"

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

My lyrics may be to die for, but what i say is payback

Pray for peace with the babies, they a beast in the summer

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

Young peyton don't huddle, still run my play

My music i will share it for today

We can talk things over a little a while

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,

Like my flow ain't cold like a new york winter

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

So for you and you only, i will give you my life

I'm official nice, y'all niggas fisher price

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

I made a promise to the mirror

Dead at thirteen cause he yearned to bangsniffed a lot of flowers, but how could i cry

But i wasn't ready to look in the mirror, but wasn't ready for my father to die,