This is a song about "Sister leaving"

Leaving deaths unanswered.

Wrong drink, the right work

Wide eyed when im leaving

A break from what you hearing

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

Someone gotta be telling someone somebody is tripping

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

Fuck what they selling, it's reality living in the mirror

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

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

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

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

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

And the last one, he's in the mirror