This is a song about "Roast my sister"

I hope u consider this rap a roast

With this rap shit, you know i do the fucking most

Lookin back in my yearbook, all the years took

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Your sort of like my sister,

Jt: didn't get a gift for her

I'm a brute, your sister blow my flute,

Bad bitches waving at me, real niggas salute

From the ghetto to the 'burbs, know we meant, every word

Sickly my dick is big and weighty which had your sister tortured

See you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry

Tell my mother i love her, kiss baby sister goodbye

So i tried to show her about the world and about just who we really are

Cause i'm in game of twister with you sister, so i pull down my rigor zipper,