This is a song about "Little sister dieing"

Young ones dieing, now thats just sad to see

20 racks really thats sneaker money

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

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

Tell me where my soldiers at? put yo' pistols in the air

We had a little sister in the system and i lost her there,

I be ballin, they wonder why

Niggas steady dieing in the shy

Fucking ya own sister in her sleep

She too bad to pass, so fine i'm gon' speak

Sister act your ass man, sap

Pass that, catch back, fast that

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route