This is a song about "Fuck my sister"

My homeboy like yo sister maybe they can bake some cousins

I'm on the verge of excellence kill em off with no evidence

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

Is all good for nobodyremember gamin' on dumb hotties at chill parties

It's hard to have american pride when most of your money's made out of them lies

My sister died before i was born i am the mothafucka that survive

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cause i'm in game of twister with you sister, so i pull down my rigor zipper,

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

Oh you mad ‘cause i’m stylin’ from the city of power

{*both*} but first lemme, lemme, lemme talk to her

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar