This is a song about "Th my big sister"

Thinking how i could rid evil and let the good conquer

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive

This isn't no griot but a mere portion of a semi-important life

Great big eyeballs, my insides crawl

I wish you luck and if you need me, call

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Streets bad, tyga ill, drake magic

Yeah my ego aint that big,

You wife ain't shit, we g'd her

Your sort of like my sister,

Stir up all these feelings inside of her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

My sister comes from the side, flickin’ on the light

Cus what you give me let me know that we'll be alright