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

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

And what remains from a twelve gauge to the brainarguements with my boo is true

You troubled bullied boy who are you calling gay? gay boy your daddy wants you

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

These cops trippin' now they want me dead

So if i do call it's just a check

Man quit rapping get out this site, go proclaim loud like a little kid who wants

I'll probably re-visit those old shotgun homes and trailer parks,

Revolvers, automatics, guns stay silent

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

Your heart was false just like the words you said

Fuck around with me you just get dead

Got a pocket full of cream, my moccasin's clean

The reason why your bitch wants me to make her scream