This is a song about "Baby sister"

Fuck it its mmg, ima cross of def poetry and potent tree

First line & (sugar hill baby, sugar hill baby)

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

My philosophy is rocks and weed, a partna lean, the glock will squeeze

I’m sorry i fucked your sister

She say i make her shiver

Hold up i'm your baby.

What them tippers don't see

But i ate the whole plate like a fat bitch dinner

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

I be on my dark liquor

Your sort of like my sister,

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

I could give a fuck as long as there’s something that’s behind of her

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister