This is a song about "Sister birthday"

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

He died on my 16 birthday,

What the feigns say, few roaches you need spray

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

Word picture, hurt niggas, young verse killer

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

For all the pedicures i've given to their camel toes they bring

I'm curious jorge, fuck what dem whores say

You ain't even call me on my birthday

At my homegirls birthday party, little did i know later

Chasing your dreams instead of chasing a niggas paper

G-5 sitting on the runway

It ain't my birthday today

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route