This is a song about "My sistwr"

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

You're so white, my blinkers don't work

My shirt, purple label my shirt

My destiny's written in my blood hidden inside my head

Then it bunny hopped off my shoulder, now my conscience dead

Cause if i shoot blanks, oops, thanks

Got my head in my hands.

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

To the hood: y'all don't need me, i need you

These my rhymes and my story

What them tippers don't see

My own unknown is my enemy,

Busta-ass motherfuckers tried to flee

A lot of women is real, some bitches robin given

My words are my ignition for my ammunition,