This is a song about "Owen fucked your sister"

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

They let me out so you should hide your sister hide your mother

Cops rollin' past, rollin' papers in the passenger

I’m tryna vibe with ya so won't you throw me your phone number

Fucking your mother 'n' sister with a banana in a rubber

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,

You can bet your bottom dollar the bottom lips will need stitches

It's like we both forgot what we were fighting for

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

Sorry i'm not sorry didn't know she was your sister

She still don't know i made sarah to strangle her

I collect debts an post death threats, pain inflicter amoungst your sister,

And i ain't tripping, my only competition’s the mirror