This is a song about "Constables sister"

Hey, the mind state of a winner

Your sort of like my sister,

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Regardless to all them, i appease her

Sorry i'm not sorry didn't know she was your sister

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

But i'm sitting here downing beers simply just wishing

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

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

So i told her i got something you've been waiting for

So bitch watch your mouth, and wash them dishes after dinner

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister