This is a song about "Roast my sister"

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

By the little camera thing on the fuckin' mac book

Your my sister and it hurts though i know takes a wile,

I know they gon' see me unless they senile

And when you up in wet willies, you ain't even thinking

Since your sister got my number my phone can't stop ringing

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer

Your sort of like my sister,

Say bye bye to her

Not too close cause i dont wanna be a ghost my soul on a stick burnt marshmallow roast

Wielding a potato at that the end of the rainbow with a pot o' gold

I wanted him out quick my sister was a sucker for his dick,

And naw that ain't your girl, dog, but you be feelin' that chick