This is a song about "Little sister sex"

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

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

Memories of my little sister but she's gone and i miss her.

While his fiends for cream well exceeded the dream she once lived for

Leave the keys with that bitch, jets

We fight then we have make up sex

Go play with your sex toy

Come here rude boy, boy

Holder of my life belonged to my sister

Growing up, your dreams are getting bigger

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

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

It wasn't about the sex

I'm on deck i'm up next

Your sort of like my sister,

And you know i paint that picture