This is a song about "Your sisters verginity"

My gun your scars, your wrist your calls

So i went down south but i ended up north

They calling me the hottest in the game

Where's your wealth? where's your fame?

Fuck your prison, fuck your life

This is how she want to live

Said that they tried to give him like a hundred years

Peace be to my brothers and sisters

So i gotta get my point across like a snitch would

He said my sisters smart and if you're good with her then good

I visited your sisters and we had some intimate fucking

No sympathy, ain't no love when you in these streets just get something

Away the tragedy, so i stay sucker free

So listen when the sisters whisper slightly audibly,

Of your image, your touch, your laugh

Plagiarized swag, may arrive last