This is a song about "My sis"

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

Come to d.c. and i can make you a believer

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

These my rhymes and my story

You're my hero, my idol, my inspiration

You killed the nigga, i stole a bible, is that a sin

And wonder how we ever came to this

Turnin on that game cube til i woke up my sis

With a tear they try to tell me but i never listen

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

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Hating on my team until they see we won't lose

Got my sneakers on my shoes strapped to my feat

African queen got what you need