This is a song about "Your suster"

Heavy in the game

Blood stain, your slain, your brain

I'll be your companion ,your friend and your guide

I seem to love these whips - a white

Your family, your friends,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

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

Who dat, who dat? bitch i got that flame

Now momma told me be careful who you love

Freezing your nose, your eyes, your corneas,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

You can't be wiping your ass

Your lyres are cheat so hold your pen open your book-let

Watch me blow like i exhale i excel in this rap shit