This is a song about "Your sister"

My sister, my sister, don't give up your body to impress them nobodies.

Two middle fingers for the police if a nigga get killed no rat no cheese

I gotta bounce, i don’t call her

Rip your mother, sister, father and daughter

"contemplate", i wrote about her

Your sort of like my sister,

And they sore on hatin' reality that i ignore

I'm mystical with shit to turn your sister to a whore

Only thing omitted is a baby or a wedding ring

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

I'm tryna learn somethin new

Its me and you and fuck your sister too

That you can't fit inside a jansport, go to school with this

I need some listerine, see your sister she musta been british,