This is a song about "Sister get on my nerves"

Real nigga no pistol to keep to shoot her

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

It's not a figure of speech when i tell you that i dumped her

Don't even see my blood mother, brother, father, sister, whatever

No beat, but i get my rhyme on

I'm too strong, eight arms sticking to a bomb

Get on my level son

Tryna find the one

Those privileged fucks got to learn that we ain't taking no shit

So we gonna get on your fucking nerves til u bend it,

You see dem boys sign me to the scope right

Beats on repeat, have to get my mind on my side

But i'm in the bible like moses, read the damn book

My sister said she likes my raps cause it sounds good

Yea, dc boy today i'm out the stadium with dollars

Cussing out these lames man they get on my nerves