This is a song about "Fucking sister"

Forgetting the seasonslames not in my lane

Im fucking your sister its kinda hard to complain.

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

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

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

You little niggas little league i'm the real thing

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

You too young and you don't know what i'm fightin' for

Hangin out pickin up game, sippin cheap liquor

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

I rush to tend her, talked as i touch her

I’m sorry i fucked your 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