This is a song about "Bitch sister"

So for this time being, i hope this open scribe might support her

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

Say she like my style but i talk too fast

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

But this bitch really think that i'm 'bout to buy her dinner

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

And later found out that was your sister

But is you trynna be dinner

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

So i banged for a minute

Your sort of like my sister,

I thought i recognized her

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

There she go, just what the doc's been lookin for