This is a song about "Killing for littil sister"

Like you never did right? sort of like a black sheep

Renegades sent away for killing the beat

I think it excited her

Your sort of like my sister,

Had to teach the bitch manners, now i gotta learn her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

If this was a game, i already know that i would come out winner

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

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

Killing parents so there kids better be ready for adoption,

Before these motherfuckers see me sufferinbut it ain't nothin