This is a song about "Your sista"

Got the fridgedest temperature on my wrist again

Im coming threw your hood taking your soverigns and your chain

Sethered your spine, your movement lines

Just to make it in this broadway lights

Weighin 165 and these tricks should die

Your gonna gratify

I'm with your girlfriend eating chips

Fuck your bars, fuck your demons,

Fuck your cars, fuck your feelings.

Been spending most our lives

They say the money talks and bullshit walks

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

You can't be wiping your ass

Of your image, your touch, your laugh