This is a song about "My sisters"

What the fuck? gee willikers and no, i'm not drunk

My rhymes propellers, words my instrument

I had dollars for a young’un ever had cents

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

I guess these major deals ain't all they seem

Bro, i got more flows than your sisters seen

These my rhymes and my story

Who trill as me, roll two of tree

Seen too many of y’all getting money, know my turn coming

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

For setting up traps

My shit thigh like my bootstraps

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

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

My wondrous success bombs my regrets

And everybody's having sex