This is a song about "My sister that s in jail"

Your father sits in jail

Ain't recieved any mail

Scratch my back all of that it get s me crazed

Niggas shiver and diemultiple rounds found laced

Lets talk about history..in the 70's morrison once said, that killers lack huge parts

As i said, i'm evil, my rhyming ain't feeble, i knock the beatles of the charts

And coulda retired at 29 in my 20′s still

Takin' shots of poon juice to the head for a cheap thrill

My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive

Bitch say im hot smoking on by the night nigga you ain't know about the life

But rather than singing non praise the dude

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

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Me & mom alone every dinner

Stop or fail, this cats locked in jail

See i'm ahead but you stay the snail