This is a song about "Hot sisters"

Spread the word and witness, he rose on the first sunday

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

My bitches are wet my bitches are hot

Uhh! yeah smokin yeah i should stop

Fame is a drug i knew that before jay said that

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

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

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

We brain freezers,but are rhymes are hot.

When i'm on it, on it like my job

I just explode, the kettle gets so hot

I can only imagine, uncle bob

You chris, i rock

I though i was red hot