This is a song about "Jakes sister"

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

Enough fucking atheist rappers to get a nun slapped

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Your sort of like my sister,

Got your whore doing shit that's uncalled for

Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

You is not hip then i can not coach her

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

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

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her