This is a song about "Untrustworthy older sister who wants me dead"

Shit stress free i ain't even gon' hassle her

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

Or this other older man who was terminally determined to terminate his existence

But i'm from jers' and we don't play that shitfrom the clare down to north bricks, all my niggas flipping chips

My god come before this bread

You got pets? me too: mine are dead

The dead don't grow older, and tell no tales/

While i got my hand on the tec, wave

I be the godly demi who wants moore supply

Movin, eyelids low cause my bills too high

He wants me, he wrote my name on his arm and

Self-awarding, negligence of the less important

Listen busters, scarier when i finger fuck her

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

It's difficult to let it goi'm startin' to loose my hair cause i worry

And 9 months later my son knb came out now hes 23 and older than me,