This is a song about "My sis"

But i'd just rather 2-step, like my first steps

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

Work straight out the kitchen

My words are my rhythm

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

My leisure, my pleasure, my light, my love, my measure

And all she wants is to dance

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

Always keep it up to date, that's why the hoes choose

Wonder about my life, got my head in my shoes

Both- baby you'll make my, my, my, my dream come true-----------

A shame i gotta put up with her shit just to get you

Is dc in the house, without a doubt

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