This is a song about "Sister s"

But lemme tell you that them heels really complement your frame

Till you scream " what s my what s my name whats name!!!!

Words sharp like a jerry rice curl route

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

We don't believe you, you need more people

It’s sick and spiteful, 2pac’s twisted grim disciple

So don't worry about me fuckin' your sister,

Look's like a chandelier, look in the mirror

I'll be nothin' but a replica lookin' in the mirror

Keep me away from her mother and her lil sister

But i can't keep you baby girl i'mma confess

And i'm participatin' in this crazed game of the 2000's,

I say that the pool is closed

S queezys very bold

I’m picking through the crowd tryna see a little clearer

You can call me brutha cause i'm fuckin' with your sister