This is a song about "Tylers sister is hot"

I grew up with killas man, people who killed, man

This is why i'm hot much hotter than a frying pan

Or fuck my enemies bitch, acting bad and getting rich

And i'm toxic, this is hot shit, i won't stop bitch

You kidding meit's really nothing to me and my king

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

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

I've been so thorough, that's what i boast for

Don't try to compare this to anything you ever heard

Sickly my dick is big and weighty which had your sister tortured

Im hot the only time that i flop is when im rocking

When i write rhymes i go blind and let the lord do his thing

Now paint that picture

Your sort of like my sister,

And later found out that was your sister

Too late now we're friends, i surely prefer