This is a song about "Sinister slingshot"

You call yourself the sinister,

I'll touch slap her, dap her, plus clap her

When i’m looking in the mirror

I've become a sinister

At a high scale naw they're not for sale, so sinister its straight from hell

I guess i met you for a reason only time could tell, but well

We live in sinister times, there’s an imminent fight

Yeah late at night, when i got the phone call and made a right

Her life full of mysteries, and sinister visions peek,

Chrome lips on the forgi's damn near swallowing the street

We've got that motherfuckin' terrifying sinister flow,

It's nothing but a motherfucking undefended free throw

So i guess i’m good naira,yoruba love give em my love

Am i behind this, i'm just like this sinister highness

So bow down, nobody talks about when sinister rhymes,

They were niggas quite similar to pitching the lines