This is a song about "Sisters tits"

Ho i kick it, i punt it like reggie roby or something

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

And i swear, my lord, i been down to earth

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

Alias, mussolinimentally unstable, "g" status

Thinks he's the tits but that crap's fallacious, tremendously heinous

Funny how money, chains and whips make me feel free

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

Stop it, i'm hearin' the comments

Album covers ‘n the sisters of friends

I got pics of this bitch with her little tits

Rapping that gabbage, attracting maggots

Top of the dome wit it, or wroten lyrics

Forget your balls, and grow a pair of tits

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Prps cover my eight’s, uhh, lemme switch my pace