This is a song about "Sister death"

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Yeah talking boutbad bitch,good weed,purple drank

Sorry i'm not sorry didn't know she was your sister

The nerve of this prick, he said fuck it you can have her

Your sort of like my sister,

Made the road clearer

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Throw up your motherfuckin middle finger

Give me billboards, whatever that people will kill for

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Niggas fightin 'cross the whole planet, so it could never be peace

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

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister

When we ride!it's the imperial serial killer