This is a song about "My sister is dead"

You waking the dead, don't test me hoe my weapons is real

Okay he’s gone now, roll her eyes when he whispers in her ear

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

My god come before this bread

Boom! now that she is dead

But it's too late,fabiana is dead

Why? cause i really didn’t wanna get my shit wet

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Call me a product of my own damn hood

Because that booty mad thick behind your juicy ass lips

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

And life's a bitch, don't hit women so i bit her

If your man want to bet

That rap is mostly dead/