This is a song about "My sisters"

You make a nigga sing songs nice

See my pain through my eyes,

Put the purp in the blunt

My streaks my testament.

My demeanor, thirty years my senior

And if my mother answer, i'll ask her

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

So, shake ya plats, shake your dreads

I steady the flow, ready to blow like snotty tissue

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

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

Let's take another trip, different continents we touching

That is my wish, my fantasy.

Cause im on sum g shityoung money

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

It's about niggas and bitches, power and money