This is a song about "My annoying sisters"

When they showed up at your door at christmas

It's so annoying when i cant talk to my love,

I moved you up to hills, out the ills of the ghetto hood

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

I'll keep it moving and tryna get out

Ya can see my, my, my, my kick-off so shout

You send me beats via email, i'mma send them back in a hearse

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

Pa skillin we on a roll like thick strippers

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Got fixation for that home simpson phrase

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

Yeah got to the club early just to get in free