This is a song about "My young 11 year old sister"

Pockets probably like fried food

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

This verse was a message to my sixteen year old self

Like that's going to make up for the years and the tears

12 year old books going through your fuckin temple

I'm in the courtroom, screaming 'who dat?' on the devil

Hoping i could learn a bit 'bout how to give and take

But my junior year english teacher portrayed

#thirteen with a #fifteen year old, like we're #eighteen,

Just before they seen my money in the green

I force myself into my old self again,

And it rules everything around them

A place where everything is possible, for young and old/

I saved her number just in case but now it’s case closed

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

And there's little to be glad for