This is a song about "Your sisters a hooker"

My rhymes brought you to death row.7-15 rehabbing like a hooker gettin clean.

Ay, i got a dollar and a dream, real niggas on my team

Cause all you got now is too much room space, shoe space

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Called that bitch my quaterback, wild cat all that

Your lyrics sound like your a handicap

So brothers sisters and cousins could embrace

Im drowning down, i couldn't dodge the wave

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Rookie you couldn't even call my sister a hooker

Let the crowd choose who can fucking last longer