This is a song about "My sister just died"

I thrive on makin’ my opponents think that i’ve died

Pictures of me in my final stage you know mama cried

350 on the stove and it's 90 outside

When we were through my heart just died

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

Clouded died years ago im just his imposter

You somewhere, getting your life in order

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

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Whole lotta money, big tip i would

He died on my 16 birthday,

She do everything i say