This is a song about "Owen fucked your sister"

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Your sort of like my sister,

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

Even if i didn't i would ball like arenas - swish

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

When you thinking about breakfast i'm heating up my dinner

I wanted a brother my mother i told her

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

You wear a shirt, my records sell yes sir

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

And later found out that was your sister

But i'm so committed, they have grown familiar

I don’t know why…hey, wait a minute motherfucker

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