This is a song about "My dads wifes try to kill my sister"

I try to wrap my head around it, try to understand,

Hustlin' in each and every ghetto with a mic in my hand

Live my life through some film, man

Take my penis out and try to cram

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

And i don't cook much but i'm tough with that phone book

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

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

Don't you lie, don't blow my buzz

Try to quench my rhythms

I wake up at the slightest peep, and my sheets are 3 feet deepi guess it's hard for you to see

When im happy people call me laughy, i try to have fun in my dads ol' caddy,

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Got the perfect plan to help me get her

My raps are so deadly they gave me a license to kill

My high school girlfriend dykin', my side bitch ain't take her pill