This is a song about "Your sista"

Separating your body from your face then eating your name,

Then dipping with the fucking pen to go sin again

I try to tell them i'm one of the

Leave your running to your mamma,

Conjure your fears kill your parents become your foster

Especially if you don't know what you fightin' for

Straight shots don’t toast champagne

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Ain't heard dc since sardines came

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

And a nigga so fly i should be droved in jets

Your just signing your death so mind your threats

Hasheem thabeet and various other peoples

That's your soul along with your principles and your morals

I put the nigga in his casket

Roll your eyes & talk your shit.