This is a song about "Sticking up for my 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

Sticking such things on walls for better calls

Inside my heads telling me evil thoughts

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

You can pick apart my raps, i ain’t told ya na’ lie

Who's next to release? we guillotine them

So i'm sticking to refining my pen

Few days back my sister lost her son....

Speak with conviction or we shouldn't listen

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

Pockets probably like fried food

Come on over to the scene, grab a table, let me take a look at that there

Say your prayers, best prepare for despair, sticking off ya every single hair

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister