This is a song about "Hot sisters"

Now, if you was the last man walking on earth

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Cause i'm always served hot

He say, she say, oh my god

Over the edge, yeah i hide in a potato sack

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

And that i spent the night with her

At bunker hill hot summer,

To get ourselves up out that dream, no i’s in team

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen

Spit fire, lava. whatever cause it's hot.

We dig the plot and never bury pot

Her body's been paranormal since buying that pair of titties, look

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

King of the club, i bet you can’t top