This is a song about "Tried of my sister mikayla being heartbroken"

I'd hate to see the seeds she created, and so we wait

Because of my constant fear of being betrayed

Tried perfecting my letters n

But i'mma build it ground up, let's again

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Most of you are heartbroken, stop the rapping, and start smoking.

And maybe one day his kids, something that he'll live for

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Sick of being in trouble because of my demeanor/

Was just such a fufilling feeling, we stuck in the building

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

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Instead of being stuck inside of my bed or whatever

My word of promise being consumed by the darkness

I've got a paper plane, it's propelling my buzz