This is a song about "Relation sis bro"

Turnin on that game cube til i woke up my sis

With hugs and kisses, valentine cards and birthday wishes

So i, i stack paper and keep it ghetto

Sit down, take out a pencil and take some notes bro,

Without understanding what's encompassed in relation,

And i can't breath when i'm high cause the airs too thin

Working out 9 to 5 keeping them babies fly

Chill bro and enjoy your marijuana high

I was the one blowing yo pussy ass while yo sis in kitchen

I wanna live my life and ball, make a couple million

And you cute, shorty; let's get low

I got about zero fucks to give bro,

God and i are on shaky fucking relation

Meka scary, turn his white ass to a jim carrey twin

Who baby momma's a rat, and who got killed last weekend

I sit and i think, this relation is on the brink,