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

Cause they don't give a fuck about usbut when i start to rise

So to all of you now, thank you for being in a slice of my life

Pockets probably like fried food

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

Cause i'm in game of twister with you sister, so i pull down my rigor zipper,

Look at you, what makes you ashamed of bein blacknothin' but love for you my sister

Don't give them whats mine run game by the mile

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,

My dreams of being something were put on hold.

Can’t tell your girl so she the center fold

The only time i flirt with her

Your sort of like my sister,

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Regardless to all them, i appease her

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

Hold up now don’t get it twisted, i ain't hating, do your thing