This is a song about "Ugly sisters clean"

I knew there was brother, some sisters and a mom ‘n’ dad

From the passion, ya hands reaching for the sheets to grab

Become all the ugly pretty mythical miracle birds

Perfection doesn't exist if it doesn't consume her and the truth hurts

Six-fifty, three hundred my shirt free

Part two and it only gets more ugly,

On yo ugly ass face

Yeah hail mary full of grace

Just seen another brother buried plus i knew him for years

Poetic brothers and sisters, do good for the listeners,

Its okay she fucking ugly

Heavy weed smoker, get ounces for free

We just slapped the ugly rat.

Can't win with a passive attack

Probably looked like a really ugly homo cow

Dreamy little bastard, i done ran outta luck now