This is a song about "Sister hate"

All i see is don’t change, don’t switch up your style

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

Splitting swisher's on the porch with my sister

I made a promise to the mirror

Auction coke to the coppers, glocks in the locker and

Poor little baby sister, she don't understand

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

You look sweet enough to make a nigga need a filling

Cause i chose to puff a blunt and drink a beer with my homiesbefore we find world peace

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

And so the muscle flow is something you can't get no muzzel for

I won't mourn when i assassinate and twist barb #wire around your sister/

That's your sister, gf, wifey, if you found out i bet you'd hate me

Lips, hips, hair drips down her back, crazy, body frame, crazy

But compliment her tits and then its off to hump her

Sorry i'm not sorry didn't know she was your sister