This is a song about "His sister"

I decided to boss up, life's a bitch and i court her

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

And the last one, he's in the mirror

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

Shes your sister, you eat that for dinner,

Type of life a nigga kill or go to jail for

This meeting just begun, nigga i'm satan's son

Let my sister get raped cause i'm that young,

Adapt to being black, strapped and gang tats, look

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Take a black drink it like you don't need a liver

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

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

The ones you left out, jobs were giving, better living

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

I tell them killers they ain't figure what they fightin' for