This is a song about "Godyour sister"

She got mad i leaned over, i'm nursing her

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

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

And fuck the fat lady, it's over when all the kids sing

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

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

The red album, lil red shortie, you can't touch her

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

Can't keep up, get your liters in order

And later found out that was your sister

In the gutter lane like i'm master splinter

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 can make the clouds jealous nigga i am that fly

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye