This is a song about "My sis"

You ain't never shed light on nothing that they're going through

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

You left in a bind baby sis crying

Frightening, so fucking frightening

Gettin good graces, take his money, aa-another one

My compulsion/ concerning my transaction in my cabin/

You would think that i had a match for a tooth

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Foam game shitting on irish springs and lever

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

Turnin on that game cube til i woke up my sis

Gotta be something for me write this

They ain't grossing a million liquid, don't form an opinion

I was the one blowing yo pussy ass while yo sis in kitchen