This is a song about "Me fucking your little sister"

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

And later found out that was your sister

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

That passed on, they in heaven, found peace at last

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

Still dreaming up ways to help you niggas die quicker

You bring me up again in your rhymes a little later

Fed her acid now the duct tape quacks back at her

I'm so over cryin, waitin and hopin playin the blame game

Im fucking your sister its kinda hard to complain.

And lastly for everybody who doubted i can't live without you, please

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

To be rich like a king, and live my life, trouble free

It's double mg but i'm 'bout that cash money like baby

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me