This is a song about "My dead sister"

She seem a little brave, but i sense the fear

My sister was sectioned january last year,

You see, this is for the g's and the keys, motherfucker

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

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

Guess it's something like your girl, nigga it ain't came yet

Now paint that picture

Your sort of like my sister,

See my sister, i bet she didnt know how much i fuckin missed her

Not too many is touching, double m g this summer

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

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

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze