This is a song about "My dead sister"

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

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

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

But rather than singing non praise the dude

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

I'm giving testimonies to strangers i never met

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

Yo, i'm a hot and bothered astronaut crashing while

Code red, which means you go red

Even when my dreams are dead

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

I bet you like these rap niggas, ain't going to write it better

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.